And we...

WON!!!!! Yes!!! Hurray!!! I won't have to go looking for that gazillion foot cliff anymore!!

Now getting to the boring details that I'm sure you’re dying to hear… We ended up winning two out of two rounds. The first was almost a gimme (we where going up against a team of first timers). Which left us with just enough time to go watch the end of another debate, between the presumed two top teams. One of the teams was getting thrown around by the negative, and I begin to pray that we wouldn’t have to go against the them (the negative, the best team, the monsters, the whatever’s...).

{Debating can somtimes be almost as fun as giving a snake a bear hug...}

I had a bad feeling in my gut that we would have to debate them. And sure enough we, out of the eight other teams that could have been chosen, were picked to be their next victim! One of my debate friends offered an encouraging "Nice knowing you." while others just turned their faces away and openly wept at our sure demise.

My debate partner and I walked down a dimly lit hallway that resembled a badly built nuclear fallout shelter. Shadows crept along the floor, always following us, but never making a sound. The atmosphere reeked death…

One hour later after much arguing, questioning, brain racking, mud slinging (just kidding), and trepidation, anxiety, consternation, apprehension, and - trepidation we walked out victors. We had defeated Goliath! We had survived…