…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.