David Plouffe became the closest a campaign manager has ever come to a rockstar when he gobbled up the elusive youth vote for the long shot presidential candidate with his engineering of five simple catch words: change we can believe in. We haven’t been able to stop gaping in wonderment over his immensely effective grassroots campaigning and use of that new-fangled fancy internet thing. Now, however, with a profile in Esquire, David Plouffe has been exposed as a real human being, not just one of the brilliant arugula elite.

And what is the mark of a human being? Well, beer pong, of course! The Esquire article, called “The Man Who Made Obama,” details Plouffe’s famed 13 million person e-mail rolodex and his drinking game participation before dropping out of the University of Delaware. Bill Gates may have conquered PC software, but David Plouffe conquered Solo Cups and a country that supposedly wasn’t ready for a black president.

Lisa Taddeo writes in Esquire:

There is a picture of large-eared David Plouffe in his college newspaper. It's 1988 at the University of Delaware, and there's a story on the student who, two decades later, would design a black man's winning campaign for president that at its most linear was described by its opposition as "perfect." At its most cultish, it was "breathtaking," "golden," "justice."

The seven-hundred-word article is about beer pong. Plouffe and his college roommate were prolific. "For two years," says Barack Obama's campaign manager, "that's all we did." Classes, he wasn't that into them. He never graduated…

"You have to use a paddle, or you can use a saucepan, but where do you think the word pong comes from? It's not just about the ball," he says. In fact, if you think it's just about the ball, you're missing most of the game.

An old college buddy says that Plouffe was far more skilled at the hanging out and drinking than at the game. He also loved Roger Clemens and the Democratic party. Originally from Wilmington, he cleaned chimneys and sold knives during college summers.

David Plouffe, you are epic. A man that can play beer pong with a saucepan is clearly a force to be reckoned with, big ears or not. And so far as democratic chimney sweeps, baseball fans, and knife purveyors go, Plouffe would be my pick for a drinking buddy any day. David, give me a call any time you want to play; you’ve got my e-mail address.