ROUND 1: TEMP DIARIES vs. NEW WAVE ENTERTAINMENT
6:24 p.m. -- Email from the team, "We won the first round." A communique that is short and to the point. Perhaps a little too short and a little too the point. But as long as we beat those people I don't know from the company I never heard of -- that's all that matters. Right.
ROUND 2: TEMP DIARIES vs. DEAD OF NIGHT
How exciting! We got to round two! I sit by my computer and eagerly await an update. It comes just after 9 p.m.
9:05 p.m. -- Email from the team, "We lost in the second round. Sooooo mad." Crap. Still short and to the point. Still haven't heard of the opponent.
Sixty seven minutes later, I get another email. This time much more creative. They must be drunk.
10:22 p.m. -- Email from the team, "We had that match in the bag until some sort of demon Chimaera with the head of Ben Silverman and the body of Nikki Finke, swatted our ball away, thereby allowing Team Dead to Rights (or something) to defeat us."
If only Grantland Rice had thought to write that way.
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