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"Death match to the death" was an oft-heard refrain on my college buddy golf trips to Myrtle Beach from '01 - '13. Depending on number of holes down the loser was, he usually had to start a game of Libya (Beirut/beer-pong to most of you) down that number of cups when we got back to the condo. When I beat my boy Psycho 9 and 8, he had a rough evening.
Well there is another game we have in common. We used to have crazy long battles in my college apartment. Used to do best of 7 wins a point. Then you needed 4 points to win the night.