The Canoe Race
Three teams, one event. The championship round was a good old fashioned test of strength. Carry your canoe to the water, along with an unlit torch. Paddle your asses off to get to the middle of the lake (okay, more like 100 meters), where Uncle Dennis is waiting with a lit torch. Light yours, and get on back to shore. First one back wins! Will it be the Titans, the Trash or the Superstars? Find out below!


Trailer Trash! Trailer Trash! Trailer Trash! Come on, say it with me! They deserve it! They fought hard, worked hard, thought hard and played hard. If you ask me, I think their victory came from three things: determination, persperation, and the fact that their trailer had nice big queen-size beds and fluffy pillows for a good night's sleep the night before.


I don't remember Cliff's acceptance speech, but it probably went something like this: "I was going to invite the winners over to my trailer to watch the hockey game tonight, but since we won, you can all just go spend your evening eating marshmallows and singing Kumbayah. But don't fret: I'll pop out from time to time to tell you the score. TRAILER TRASH! TRAILER TRASH! IN YOUR FACE! WOOOOOOO!"