When Princeton played Rutgers in 1867, they didn’t even have a real ball. They just had Rupert.

Rupert was a four-pound pit bull that belonged to one of the students. He was beloved, really. But hey, kids gotta play, and so Rupert was beaten to death outside of the Princeton bookstore, right before being stuffed and lateraled into puppy immortality.

Our site’s first cracks at maintaining our own suicide pool have run with similar, bloody results. That said, we managed to find a single survivor to take our $100 prize. And that survivor was PARTYJIHAD from the Welker’s Spheres. His prize is waiting, and we’ll send it out as soon as he gets in touch with me via email.

Congrats, and thanks to all that took part.