Profile - Jeffrey L. Pearson

5'10" - 180 lbs

Executive Summary

In his 36 years of public service, Mr. Pearson has demonstrated exceptional dedication to the fundamentals, abstractions and technicalities of the Drinking and Gaming Endeavour. His unflinching commitment to the common themes of a rousing pub and the good-natured activities found therein have led more than one observer to comment: ‘now there goes a game lad.’ Others have referred to him as a drinking and gaming taoist, for he is just as likely to botch a game of hearts, as he is to pants a mont alto redneck in pool as he is to engage you in a considerable philosophical contemplation of the meaning and association of intellectualism.

It could fairly be said that from the days of his early training, through to his post-academic hometown exploratory era and on to his early and mid-thirties ‘responsible’ years, that Mr. Pearson has indeed, his whole life, been training for this particular event.

Drinking & Gaming History

Mr. Pearson was born in central Pennsylvania. He’s the son of a renowned pub fighter, partyer and master gamesman, Rabbi Pearson, from whom he learned early the difference between apple juice and whiskey, and between a store-bought and homemade cigarette. Growing up in the lower North Side, he presided over Splash Hops and other late-night games at the local pool, and he had his first taste of real bar games at the unlikeliest of pubs: the Shale Pile, among renowned & legendary Waynesborian Drinking and Gaming (D&G) experts. His skillz were finely tuned in the den of high school iniquity known as Uncle Joe’s house, and later refined on a ‘study’ abroad semester in southeastern Australia.

His formative D&G years occurred upon return from academia, when he struck up with old highschool study mates Schlick and Diggity (who has got to be considered one of the early favorites in this Olympiad). There, in the boro, with a newfound appreciation for both malt liquor and Guinness, the three pursued the core values of D&G with true vigor. Hearts, spades, pool, shuffleboard, ymca hoops, darts, concert-going, moshing and even breaking and entering and moshing were all undertaken, never far from a hearty ale or a stale forty.

His later years include a return to the core tenets of D&G safety: no accidents, no injuries, no arrests. This has provided for some nice distraction-free D&G at some very memorable bachelor parties, his own included. Now married, and hopeful of some wee ones coming along, Mr. Pearson enjoys a responsible lifestyle of regular gaming with a healthy dose of the occasional UberThrowDown, where good times are had by all.

Career Highlights

Legend has it that…well, legend has many things. Some exploits include the time at the Shale Pile, when he played ‘find the bag of weed in my pants’ with some older redneck women, lost, and endured the nickname Richie Cunningham for the rest of the kegkicking night. There were a couple of very memorable halloween gaming nights in there, dressed as a crab with Axel Rose and the moving guy, an ape replete with bare ass (5 of them attacked a keg alone that night), and a penguin with a stinky yodeler. There were the years of helping Diggity move, one of which ended bitterly following an ill-advised brekkie of a Spicy Dog and some Sunny D, and one which ended in a pool of blood in some street construction, but that’s not really gaming is it? Some memorable victories on the felt at both the boro’s Park Tavern, and Hburg’s The Vault stand out. Other references and tales are available upon request. Suffice it to say Mr. Pearson is more than qualified.