The Judges:
Bay:
Insisting on sampling the beers in numeric order, Bay's analysis proved
less linear than any other. Bay contributed the Hamm's Special Light,
not realizing at the time that he, too, would have to drink it.
Becca:
She is so the funny one. Becca finished first, after making disparaging
comments about Bay's Grandmother's private parts.
Blaire:
held her own and her liquor, Blaire got the "craziest, most satanic
picture" award for the day.
Brad:
Our bartender for the day, Brad made the day everything that it was, and
more. Not only did he develop our blind tasting methodology on the fly,
he also laid the groundwork for our statistical analysis, even contributing
the essential rated category of MQP. He only drinks Guiness, and wouldn't
taste with us on this auspicious day. We hate him.
Cole:
Young rockabilly superstar, and neophyte Sterling fanatic, Cole was more
excited than anybody about the day's events. His enthusiasm, zeal, and
courage were inspiration to us all.
Eddie:
Theme-party-man extraordinaire, Eddie showed up ready to rumble in his
Grandfather's musty Bud shirt, honoring one of the essential omitted American
cheap brews.
James:
Host. Tested and tried Pabst advocate.
Ngeab:
The only one among us who successfully managed to rate each beer in every
category. Ngeab's clarity and sober analysis (we assume) only leads credance
to the final results.
Ray:
Zoinks! University of Chicago educated and, by sheer volume, more experienced
with cheap beer than the rest of us, Crazy Ray easily had the most discerning
palate.
Zach:
One of these things was not like the others: Zach's contribution, the
1.33USD/12 oz. bottle Mexican import, Dos Equis. Fuck that hogwash.
 Zack
and Lillian: Lillian's tea-totalling assessment provided some of the
afternoon's most vicious commentary while Zack seemed pretty chill about
drinking beer in the afternoon.
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