We gave it our best shot. We just couldn't handle you. Maybe it was Tom Hallock, the friendliest, most overly-competitive person we've ever met bitching about more calls than anyone we have ever heard. Maybe it was grown man, Mustard, walking around in a banana suit. Maybe it was Val, just being awkward Val and freaking us out. Maybe it was the fireball you pieces of crap didn't share with us. Whatever it was, we just couldn't handle you last week.
In the end, it was just one game. You guys crashed our Facebook page talking your pompous, hipster gibberish. Just know what happens tonight, you brought upon yourselves.