So you didn’t think it could be done, huh?
Yeah that’s right, I’m looking at you, my so-called Fearless Forecasters competition and anyone else who ever doubted me.
From the depths of elimination to the mountaintop of victory, I, Zach Silka, have come full circle in the last two weeks to become the king of all things football-related.
First, I’d like to give a proper thank you to Kristin for giving me this opportunity.
She won her spot fair and square, but I’d argue I should have been here all along.
Now to Tania, my loyal companion in this journey to raise a section with no father-figure – thanks Teddy, have fun in Miami and Paris.
We’ve been doing alright, although Kalan might grow up to be a stripper one day. While she may not always have my back – Tania’s the one who almost had me out of forecasters – I can rest easy at night knowing my columns will always be better than hers.
Robert, I think I’m going to skip over you because you scared me the other night when you told Tan she was fired because she turned figure skating off the TV. Only a very sick person would have that kind of reaction.
Troy, I have to go easy on you also because we messed up your mug last week and because I may need you as a bodyguard in our poli-sci class.
And now I’d like to take the opportunity to thank the people that made this win possible.
To the Medill School of Journalism for teaching me that The Daily is where you get your real journalism education; to Nick for being my look-a-like mentor; to David for showing me I can do better than “mediocre” stories.
To Brian for teaching me the unethical side of journalism; to P. Diddy for his word choice; to Abe for bailing me out; to Prager for stopping by; to Scotty D for being my business partner.
To Kunal for being the shaven king of Syosset; to Nish for imparting the grinding skills; to Adam for being so damn good looking; to Adi for being a pompous former model/child actor; to Doug for giving me his room; to the lacrosse team for being amazing; to the softball team for nothing.
