These past few weeks have been pretty intense, haven't they? Broken bottles, mussel shells and a variety of dipping sauces have paved the way to this, judgement day. There've been some serious blowouts (our condolences to Faxe and vending machine chips who went down fast and hard) and some incredibly tight matches, most of which included our dearly beloved local brews. We're sad to report the Final Battle was a little lacklustre, especially after the Final Four Weekend which was the most intense three days of food and drink since Thanksgiving. But maybe that's because we all knew who'd come out on top. Regardless, here's how it went.
The third place snack saucepot, chicken wings, elbowed its way to the final after taking out peanuts, onion rings and—in two crazy nail-biters—poutine and nachos. On the beer side, tenth-seeded Bridge Farmhouse Ale eliminated Stella Artois, Garrison Nut Brown, Granite Best Bitter and, in the best showing of the entire tournament, Propeller IPA. That shit was crazy, what a match! Props to both teams for some serious sportsmanship. In the end it came down to the underdog of all underdogs vs an army of two dozen wings that somehow slipped through the competition. In no surprise at all (because, duh, beer rules all) Bridge pummeled the spicy little buggers and their wet naps, 63 to 36. High fives and butt pats to the new kid on the block! We love a Cinderella story. Cue the obligatory dog pile.
That settles it folks, beer trumps bar snacks. Liquid lunches for all! Thanks for humouring us in this strange experiment. Eleven months until our next random bracket...get training!