I won.

This inlaw type who went to Cornell was trying to tell me that his fraternity in the 50s was much crazier than I could possibly imagine.
Him: One time, we had beer left in a keg, so we put it in this barn to keep it cold.
Me (thinking, not speaking): So, your big crazy frat story begins with you not finishing a keg?
Him: In the morning, the keg had leaked, and it was empty.
Me (thinking, not speaking): So, your big crazy frat story ends with you having wasted beer?
Me (speaking, not thinking): We used to lock ourselves in a room, and nobody was allowed to leave until three kegs were empty. Then, we'd play Donkey Kong on the stairs.
Him: Donkey Kong?
Me: Yeah. One of us would run up the stairs and try to jump over the keg that someone else threw down the stairs.
Some other cousin type or something: Were you actually able to jump over the kegs?
Me: Not really.... (thinking for a sec).... basically, we got drunk and threw kegs at each other.

To put things in perspective. This wasn't a generational pissing contest, it was more or a SU vs. Cornell. Why? Because when we used to swap stories with the guys who went to our school in the 50s, they used to beat us story for story.