Despite my best efforts, the Squirrels fell to the seventeen syllable fetishists at Hillku in an election tinged with late night voter fraud enthusiasm. Now, they face the coyotes, who were resurrected through some hybrid of a zombie round / bye placement resulting from a mysterious withdrawal from the contest by the wi-fi at the Canterbury (who knew?!).

A blood oath, incredible cuteness, and fear of neighborhood domination has me casting my lot with the furry-tailed nut-burrying varmints of Capitol Hill, but now that they’re out of the tournament I have no reservations about endorsing Hillku. Lovers of poetry and brevity, unite! Vote early and as often as your browser allows. [capitolhillseattle]