So this Sunday, the beloved home teams of Sarah of the Goon Squad and I here at the Wang will step onto the field of battle. Her team should be made short work of by my team, but just for fun we've decided this:
The loser will have to sacrifice their firstborn by the light of the moon.
Except that, we like our firstborns.
Instead, we've made a decision that whomever loses has to write a post extolling the virtues of the other. I like to think that she should get to writing, but just as soon as I get cocky the Colts will go and screw me over.
I should probably draft something just in case, eh?