Day 7 Action!

I'm hoarse! I swear, I barely keep track of the games. I'm just there to scream my @#$ head off. It helps that I sit next to Brian Smith. Keeps the volume up.

Celebrities of note at today's matches:

Eric Leven
Chris Paizis
John K
Tom Schelesny
Frank Petzold

Game 1:

Chuck Duke Presents, Hairbags vs. Jew Magix

YEAH!

The crowd was in very full throat today.

"Jew!!!!"
"Jchooooooo!!!"
"John Kaaaaaaaay!!!"
"Net!! NET!!"

It didn't matter who we were yelling for or what we were yelling about, as long as there was something coming out of our mouths at top volume. The ear-splitting sound levels were really impressive. I saw six people with a trail of blood out of their ears and one with a big wet spot in the pillular area. That's excitement!

Jcho looked a little evil today. Did anyone notice that? That might be of some interest as the tournament continues, as Jew Magix falls out of the Loser's Bracket.

Chuck Duke Presents, Hairbags: 21, Jew Magix: 16

Game 2:

Eddy & The Boozers vs. Wax Off

"Jim Brown is a drunken ape!"
- Brian Smith

He was right. Someone put crank in his coffee, meth in his cookies, or ants in his pants. The kid was out of control, almost to the point of getting the @#$ kicked out of him by his own teammate! Ah, you see, though, it was all part of a dastardly plan. A Master Plan, if you will. Once the Boozers went ahead 14-10, Jimbo initially panicked, but then switched his brains on. He felt that if he took Jeremie out of Serious Mode, Wax Off might have a chance. Jeremie plays well when he's focused, apparently, and less so when he smiles. JBrown really took it for the team here, as he made himself look like an ass, but helped his team to victory.

Wow.

Great game, though. Ten tons of fun on a bun, even without the wacky antics.

Wax Off: 21, Eddy & The Boozers: 17

Game 3:

Muffintops vs. Beetledouche

Yeah, dudes! To this point, this was the most anticipated game of the tournament. Muffintops had defeated Q-Balls in the first "most anticipated game" and came away victorious, anointing them as The Team To Beat. Beetledouche came in with their headband and their Jonny Tal, looking to steal the spotlight.

This game lived up to the hype. After a sonic letdown in Game 2, the crowd screwed it's lungs back in and brought the sound and fury again. Every point was an experience in Eardrum Compression Torture, even on the boring points where nothing really happened. When the tension was thick and the rally long, dear sweet Baby New Year I could barely hear myself think. It was so loud, in fact, that I could barely hear Brian shouting right next to me. The pong table was in a state of constant vibration from the oscillations of the sound waves tearing around Centre Court. I'm guessing that I wasn't the only one who needed to recalibrate his pancreas after this game. Jean Shen kept her hand clamped over her mouth in order to keep the pressure in her body equalized in contrast to the extremely high concentration of sonic power being generated. League Scoreboard Jance Rubinchik somehow managed to focus enough to maintain the rudimentary mathematical skills required to accurately tally the scores.

Goodness gracious, it's amazing that the retractable dome over Centre Court didn't come crashing down, pulverizing us all to smithereens.

Muffintops: 21, Beetledouche: 18