The winner of our contest surmounted incredible odds to beat their rivals for the crown.   Or perhaps stabbed a few of them in the back…who knows.   All’s fair in Love and War, two things so very different from one another, yet so similar in the wreckage they leave behind.

But we’re not done yet.   Further bitter, yet still ridiculously hopeful reflections on our pre-game celebration are yet to come.   So put that bottle of sleeping pills back in the medicine cabinet and tune in tomorrow!