I didn't really know much about Phi Psi during my freshman year. Busy dodging bids from Pike and ATO, the only real interactions I had with them involved grabbing a beer on my way to the stadium during pregame, all the while avoiding the shirtless males that danced on picnic tables around me. Freshman year came and went, and suddenly I began hearing about them as a reputable frat. I started actually attending parties there and was able to make better judgements about the house and its inhabitants.

The guys there enjoy wearing sunglasses indoors, lifting weights, reminiscing about their old LAX days, sporting plaid shorts and owning every color of polo shirt imaginable (Ralph Lauren of course, as Lacoste is far too east coast). They are less gay than Pike, but that's like saying ice dancing is less gay than synchronized swimming, so it's not really something to brag about. Throw in a little Theta Chi cocky and SAE meathead, and you've got a Phi Psi cocktail.

Their actual house has to be one of the most broke down places on campus. You name it, it's demolished. The windows, the fence, the chairs, the tables, the grills, hell, even the beer pong balls are smashed in. However, this makes it a fun place to party since you feel like you can do whatever you want without repercussions. Done with your beer? Throw it out the window! Lose a game of Beruit? Break the table in half! It's Phi Psi!

Campus Rep: 9/10
Douche Factor: 7/10