In a completely non-shocking turn of events, Team Thrillist manhandled Flavorpill in Field Crumpets on Tuesday night, looking like a squad of seasoned veterans in the sweltering New York City heat.

Thrillist came out of the gate like a pack of ravaging Mongolians, swatting at the crumpets with the fury of a Mike Tyson punch circa 1988. Once the testostorone leveled out, we were as graceful as Elvis Stojko on ice, lofting up beautifully arced assists that connected with laserbeam, soul-crushing  goals. Seriously, it’s probably a good thing the game ended before it did, so no one’s head got lopped off. Crazy man.

Now the championship game is on the line. This is our destiny, and we promise to deliver. And just in case you’re reading this Team L’Oreal, be afraid. Be very afraid. Because Team Thrillist is coming for you.We’re going to work you harder than the Smash works the Alamo Freeze- even harder than Coach Eric Taylor works the Dillon Panthers after a loss. Boy oh boy have you got another thing coming L’Oreal. Get your speed dial ready because you’re going to want to call your mommy after you lose in the championship. Seriously though, best of luck because you’re really, really going to need it.

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