…except with bet­ter-look­ing chicks and binge drink­ing”.

Here’s a chal­lenge for you. In an uniden­ti­fied pub, some­where in town tonight, the loc­al heats for the New Zea­l­and Rock Paper Scis­sors (RPS) cham­pi­on­ship will take place.

At stake is a trip to the nation­al finals (at an uniden­ti­fied loc­a­tion) in July. The win­ner of that will attend the world cham­pi­on­ships in Toronto at some unspe­cified time later in the year.

The highly (un)informative art­icle (not) detail­ing all of this is here.

Rock, Paper, Scis­sors is an ancient game played across the globe from very early in human­kind’s his­tory. Yet, it seems to me that in some strange way, RPS is also a sport of the future, indeed, I would not be sur­prised to see Wii RPS on the mar­ket, pav­ing the way for the game to be included in future olympics (we start lob­by­ing next week, depend­ing on how the Kiwi RPS com­pet­it­ors look).

I mean, I’m guess­ing that this is a beguil­ing spec­tat­or sport (if any­one can find them tonight feel free to con­firm that). Par­tic­u­larly if there are going to be hot chicks & binge drink­ing. It’s darts for the mod­ern age! (Although I’d need someone who knows to con­firm wheth­er darts attracts a super­i­or breed of groupies.) But I bet the whole thing is more remin­is­cent of a darts match say, than a Star Trek con­ven­tion.

Unless they’re dress­ing up as Klin­gons or some­thing, in which case I’ll con­cede that point.