Well, once we get back the data from The Pimp Daddy's Linear Regression Spreadsheet we will know more, but the DQ on our rib entry did not dishearten us after a preliminary look at the judge's scoring.
It seems that we were the victim of poorly explained rules concerning the presentation of our meats.
A rose by any other name would smell like meat, as Shakespeare once wrote, and I'll be damned if that limey scribe wasn't right.
But the judges still liked the texture and taste of the ribs, so the motivation to kick some pork butt next time around is definitely with us. With the help of God and Stephen Hawking, we should be a singular force to be reckoned with.
Out of 31 teams, The Pimp Daddy's brisket took 8th and the chicken took 7th.
Pork butt was 16th, if memory serves me right.
If our ribs were not wrongly disqualified, there is a very good chance that we would have placed in the top ten.
But in the end, fun and gars were had by all. Good times, pimps.
Monday, September 18, 2006
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