All right, so then we see Excel for the first time, and that's interesting because normally we don't even see the winning team in action, and I just spent like a thousand words on them. Knowing my predilection for talking about how much I enjoy smart people doing smart things, and how awesome everybody is when they do well, that's probably a big reason I enjoyed this episode so much. Well, that and the bloodbath. So over at Excel, Rebecca gets her one line of the night (if you're keeping score and thinking the same way I am, there's your Final "I haven't had an arc yet" Five: Marshawn, Rebecca, Adam, Brian, and eventual winner Randal), which is that soccer is a good choice of sport due to the fact that you're not eliminating half of the entire world right off the bat. I agree, and she works it. Is there a globally overwhelming sport where women have any kind of presence at all, besides soccer? I mean, I'm still in love with old Lobo and my girl Swoopes, but seriously? In terms of the bucks? Well yes, tennis, which is the only sport I like, but apparently the Apprenti don't know about tennis.
Then Rebecca gets as close to my nerves as I expect her to get this year (and all the people who told me and told me Kristi was obnoxious can write that down and show it to me later, to prove I said it) as she interviews the entirely irritating and ugly "I've been looking forward to working with intelligent people here," which, STFU, girl, because they couldn't care less about you and consider you a liability, so I suggest you take some antibiotics along with your analgesics, because you see to have a tiny case of the Torals, or some other disease that makes you sound like a jackhole. Please don't do this to me.