Alright, Cutthroaters. I’m very proud of all of you, save for maybe one of the finalists, who powered up his main competition. Guh-wha?!
Anyway, let’s do this. Under the jump.
Well, that’s not a very close finale, though I suspect it’s not much different from what the usual would be.
adobery was in jeopardy a long time ago, and used his wits and logic to make deals that kept getting him closer and closer to the end. It was a thing of beauty. All I ask is that you try to win, and you did it. 47 points for you.
AMR played a brilliant game, even if he was mostly looking to troll me in the end, because he’s a horrible human being. I picked AMR to win over a week ago, and he had all the pieces in place to do it, which would have gotten him the title match next month. So close! Fifty points for the ol’ pedantic bastard.
margaritamartini further proves that women can’t lose at Cutthroat Junction, and is the second straight female to win a mega-game here. She simply marched in, kicked ass and put herself in there with the contenders. There’s work to be done, but we have a challenger, everyone.
Meanwhile, MelissaD has clinched the championship match for November. AWWWW YEAH, LADIES IN DA HOUSE
[Here’s margarita’s email to some allies after the game]
You four were my officially fun and awesome bus alliance from Day 1 of the
spread (even though maybe you didn’t know about each other!). I just want
to say this game was a blast because of you. 🙂
Raising my glass to Bret, the first passenger, who helped me come up with
many of the drinking game rules and gave the game its official name:
“We’ll call it the “Spread Alcohol Poisoning” Drinking game!” Bret also
kept track of his drinks and caught up on the weekend. Admirable! He may
also be a Minnesota Vikings fan, which isn’t that awesome and may have
contributed just a wee bit to my little backstabbery. [K: caring about football in any capacity is grounds for backstabbery]
Raising my glass to Melissa, second on the bus, who didn’t know about the
drinking game for awhile but was drinking a hell of a lot anyway. She
added a drink for every “Why do you suck?” comment that Kelly made, which
really helped with our poisoning. [K: I swear, I wouldn’t ask if people didn’t suck so often] I was sad to see you go, Melissa. The
first fatality on the bus can never be forgotten
Raising my glass to AMR, third on the bus, and my best-kept bus secret.
It was a pleasure to go to the end with you! Adam brought many a fine
beer to the party, elevated the conversation, played so sincerely, and did
a bunch of math in the final stretch. We also enjoyed some good laughs
about the making of mix tapes and really exploiting the moment when the
tape had to be flipped. Keeping the music in the backseat boombox fresh
Raising my glass to Nibbish, the last person along, who brought a cheese
log and a live chicken to the party in the back seat. Nibbsy played a
decent drinking game, though he usually seemed to have a couple down
before the results even came out. I love a proactive player! Brilliant.
I was sad when you had to disembark, Pete.
Whatever happens on the SPREAD tonight, I want you guys to know that
playing this game with you ROCKED.