SIM COMPLETE - 1991 - Brewmaster's Cup Championship (End of Season)

[Carlos]

I meant to say congrats to both teams but now that it's been brought up, fuck both teams. I said Virginia deserved to win in the chat, that's good enough.

So fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you... I'm not out.

You're fucking out!

[Pat]

How much of a miss was the 2nd season, by the way?

[Carlos]

How much of a miss was the 2nd season, by the way?

I haven't watched the second season. Don't have HBO so need to wait on that.

[Pat]

I haven't watched the second season. Don't have HBO so need to wait on that.

Don't.

It's seriously a huuuuuuge miss. Felt so forced.

[Carlos]

Don't.

It's seriously a huuuuuuge miss. Felt so forced.

I'll still watch it just because. It's a short season, right?

[Pat]

I'll still watch it just because. It's a short season, right?

Don't say I didn't warn you....but yeah, it's short.

[Spear]

Good-bye Alan Toomey, may we rid the Bock curse.

[Matt]

Once again we need to refocus this thread on Clay and his world champion Vagina Colonials.

[Dave]

Don't say I didn't warn you....but yeah, it's short.

[Gyrodork]

Congratulations Clay. And may I add that Mrs. Clay is looking radiant as ever. And all the little Clay children are as smart and well-mannered as can be.

[Clay]

Congratulations Clay. And may I add that Mrs. Clay is looking radiant as ever. And all the little Clay children are as smart and well-mannered as can be.

Someone gets it.

[Ryan]

A little late on this, but Congrats to you, Clay.

We'll be sending a fruit basket in a few days. Enjoy it.

[Carlos]

In all seriousness, congrats Clay. You've gone through team hell with your organization for years (in real time). Good to see your work pay off.

The Pilsner will celebrate your fine achievement by placing a clay-made head in your image on a stick and pouncing up-and-down the field. Then in a show of our loving support for a fellow league general manager, we will burn the clay-made head in your image in a deep fire out in the middle of centerfield to represent your undying passion for the league.

Then, we will invite school children of all ages, including those that may or may not be fifth year high school seniors, to run over the ashes repeatedly to represent the enormous weight you carried in your efforts to become a champion.

Finally, we will carry the stomped clay-made head's ashes to the highest mountain in Portland overseeing the most joyous (and by that we mean gay) neighborhoods of the colorful city, and spread them into the air to represent the happiness you spread to your fellow colleagues.

May your - I mean, the clay-made head's - ashes flow lovingly in the sky.

[Clay]

I'll take it.

[Z]