Handicap Match Like a team that starts Tarvaris Jackson at quarterback, the man chugging in a shotgun competition doesn't have a prayer. I had, unfortunately, already cracked my beer before the challenge of the shotgun race was announced. Since I didn't want everyone to accuse me of quitting the competition like the Soviets quit the Cold War, I went ahead and gutted it out even with the incredible competitive disadvantage. I still somehow managed to beat a few people, which really speaks to the high level of pussification present in the tent at the time, but felt positively awful afterwards. Not that anyone ever feels that great after slamming a beer anyway, but having a sloshing stomach full of reject Coors piss wasn't a great way to head into the game. Next -->...