Meanwhile, the Cowboys have found their way into the auditorium, and get to work. Looks like they also took notes, but aren't as loud or self-congratulatory about it. And outside, the brothers can't seem to find a taxi, at least not one that's active. Frantic cutting back and forth ensues, and the brothers are still hoofing it around as the Cowboys are down to just their non-elimination posters. And then the Cowboys get finished before the brothers have secured a cab. Jet and Cord figure out that the clue is directing them to Candlestick Park even more quickly than the brothers did. But Dan and Jordan are in a cab by now, and the Cowboys dart daringly across traffic to get one of their own. I should point out that at no time since ILM has either team seen the other, so this could all be just some suspenseful editing. "This could be it, Cord," Jet says. You think? Both teams are in a rush. "And we got the best cab driver in the world right now!" Jordan says. The Cowboys' driver asks them if there's a rodeo going on at Candlestick Park. "There will be," Jet says.

After more frantic back-and-forth cutting, we're on the field at Candlestick Park, with all the eliminated teams applauding happily and Phil expectantly watching the entrance behind one of the goal posts. Since that entrance is in the form of a giant, inflatable football helmet, Phil's straight face is admirable. And from that helmet emerge...Dan and Jordan.

You know, there's just no pleasing me. If it had been the Cowboys, I would have complained about an unsurprising finish, but honestly this leaves me feeling a little empty too because I was pretty much rooting for Jet and Cord (at least until some stuff I read online this week). I don't want to get into who "deserves" a win. Yes, Cord and Jet did better over the course of the whole race, but everyone knows going in that one fuck-up in the final leg is one more than you can afford. And the brothers may have dragged ass all the way up to the point when they won the Fast Forward, but even then I didn't take them seriously as a contending team. More fool me, I guess. I have to give them props, because I dismissed them all the way up to the end. And it wasn't the cutting in line that did it, either.