A few weeks ago, Kristofer Wagner, a 32-year-old building maintenance supervisor from North Las Vegas, headed down to his local Buffalo Wild Wings for what he thought was going to be a game of electronic trivia.

By the end of the evening, he had become one of 260 national qualifiers for Sunday’s inaugural USA Rock Paper Scissors Bud Light Finals at the House of Blues at Mandalay Bay.

No, Wagner did not win the $50,000 first prize — that’s a dollar sign, a five, a zero and a comma, followed by three more zeroes — for playing a what? … game? sport? exercise? … that most of us last used as kids to settle arguments or who got last ups on the sandlot.

Given the frat house atmosphere, it would seem the only criteria to being a good rock-paper- scissors player is a wacky costume and a camel-sized thirst.

There was a couple dressed as hot dog condiments and at least three Edward Scissorheads and one Edwina Scissorshead — you can guess what they were wearing on their noggins.

My personal favorite, a guy in a boxing robe named Golden “Freak Show” Groves, played with a “trainer,” a sidekick replete with stocking cap and a spit bucket the size of their native upstate New York.

The two national RPS organizations:
World RPS
US RPS League