Game three really was exciting. It started slowly, but then each of us hit a shortcut and jumped forward. Then we both drew characters and ended up moving backwards. Then we ended up next to each other. I was in front. Then he was. Then we pulled some more characters, hit a few more shortcuts, and finally, it came down to this.

Yeah, we didn't make that up. That's how it ended. With both of us RIGHT at the end. Would I be rewarded, would karma grant me the victory that had been snatched from me in game two? Would I emerge victorious after all? Well, you should know the answer to that by now...

...no. I had managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory again. Just like Andy Reid and Byron Scott, my playmakers failed me right when it mattered the most; right when a trip to the promised land; to the Super Bowl, to the NBA Championship, to the Candy Castle had been on the line. But just like the Eagles and Nets, there's always next year.