Those were some blood-pumping, adrenaline-injecting, heart-stopping, cliffhanging, hand-jerking, and nut-busting games. I played like a nervous, confused dipshit sometimes, but I smacked myself, threw a cold glass of water in my face, and told myself, &quot;This ain&#039;t gonna happen--BSK ain&#039;t winning this shit.&quot; I got myself straight, spit on my SSG, rubbed that sucker until I can see my sweaty face in it, and leaped back into the fray to emerge from all the dust and dead kids with a gleaming Masterbowl trophy in my hand. <br /><br />Well-played, BSK. Good job, Dr. Sean, Ralph, and Turska. [i]We did it like we said we would.[/i]