A poem about: The Sop Chum pick-em pool era has come…

The Sop Chum pick-em pool era has come to an end, and no one could be happier that the Asian cuisine jokes have been “tabled” than our very own culinary evaluator and literary critic, Chris Bellaci. And now that our Stable McGenius (The Notorious P.I.G.) is back in office, Bellaci can revel in the notion that he had a hand in the evolution of the recap’s return to waggish riposte with his battle cry - MAKE AMERICAN JOKES GREAT AGAIN! Taco-bout bad luck! This week’s winner of the Epoch pick-em pool is Mexican! That’s right Bellaci… Your attempt to build a firewall to keep out the ethnic food jokes has been breached. It seems like nothing you do goes according to flan. Lily Garcia is feeling like a Guac-star with her week 15 victory over fellow “American” David Zeising. David, I don’t want to give you a bad wrap and get jalapeño business by assuming you are a chip off the Bellaci block and then make an idiotic generalization that all white guys are “bad hombres” and horrible at picking football games… and strawberries. His comments in previous recaps are nacho problem. I am just season the moment and continuing with these overly cheesy food puns not just to spoil Bellaci’s reading experience, but to give Lily Garcia a queso the giggles. I understand that not everyone will read this and find it humorous and entertaining, but I am hoping that I got at least Juan. Enough with all this farcical prose. Let’s get back to celebrating our weekly champion: Lily Garcia. This is Lily’s second time winning this year, as she beat out the Najarian sisters via tiebreaker in week 10. Much like five weeks ago, Lily’s victory doesn’t come without speculation of a conspiratory nature. We also have a Ygnacio Garcia participating in this event, and he was a two-time winner last year. The question isn’t whether entienden las palabras y los chistes escritos en ingles… but rather, are Lily and Ygnacio married? Are they brother and sister? Or (and here is where our research has come up empty causing supposition of a devious nature) are they the same person? Let’s be real. Have any of you seen them in the same room together? Do they even habla ingles? Or are they Canadian, and never write in because they too are appalled by the treatment fellow countryman Marc with a “c” receives in these recaps? Someone help me with this. It has long been believed (or at least for the past two years) that Ygnacio and Lily are in fact one person! In an attempt to increase his or her chance at victory (and an abundance of pesos), either Ygnacio created an alias called Lily, or Lily created an alias called Ygnacio. It would stand to reason that Ygnacio created a second account, because what women would choose YGNACIO as a pseudonym? I mean it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue or sound even remotely appealing. She would have gone with something like Mateo or Juan Carlo. Or even a spicy Santiago! But Ygnacio? And with a “Y”

In the twilight of the pool, the Sop Chum fades,
For Chris Bellaci’s name, the laughter doth parade.
Culinary critic, literary wit, without delay,
He's tabled the jokes of Asian cuisine away.

Yet watch as irony serves its tricky dish,
In the epoch's scramble, we find a new wish.
Stable McGenius returns, a P.I.G. of lore,
“MAKE AMERICAN JOKES GREAT AGAIN!” he swore.

Taco-bout luck, this week's tale spins wise,
Lily Garcia emerges, a Guac-star in disguise.
From the spicy depths of her cheeky grin,
She conquers with flavor, and victory she wins.

David Zeising wonders at pesos and jest,
'Neath Bellaci's firewall, the humor arrests.
Crisp as tortillas, fresh with the pun—
Does Lily outwit or do her seasons come undone?

In webs of aliases, intrigue's lively dance—
Lily or Ygnacio? We wrestle with chance.
Whispers of one soul masked in dual mirrors,
Are they siblings of jest, or rivals sincere?

Yet tongues, they wag with stories to call,
In laughter's embrace, may we find all—
Marc with a "c," and jokes bold and grand,
Celebrate Lily, the champion at hand.

So with grace and a seasoning deft,
We raise a cup to the jesters left.
In Bellaci's world where jokes take flight,
Cuisine and humor blend through the night.

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In the twilight of the pool, the Sop Chum fades, For Chris Bellaci’s name, the laughter doth parade. Culinary critic, literary wit, without delay, He's tabled the jokes of Asian cuisine away. Yet watch as irony serves its tricky dish, In the epoch's scramble, we find a new wish. Stable McGenius returns, a P.I.G. of lore, “MAKE AMERICAN JOKES GREAT AGAIN!” he swore. Taco-bout luck, this week's tale spins wise, Lily Garcia emerges, a Guac-star in disguise. From the spicy depths of her cheeky grin, She conquers with flavor, and victory she wins. David Zeising wonders at pesos and jest, 'Neath Bellaci's firewall, the humor arrests. Crisp as tortillas, fresh with the pun— Does Lily outwit or do her seasons come undone? In webs of aliases, intrigue's lively dance— Lily or Ygnacio? We wrestle with chance. Whispers of one soul masked in dual mirrors, Are they siblings of jest, or rivals sincere? Yet tongues, they wag with stories to call, In laughter's embrace, may we find all— Marc with a "c," and jokes bold and grand, Celebrate Lily, the champion at hand. So with grace and a seasoning deft, We raise a cup to the jesters left. In Bellaci's world where jokes take flight, Cuisine and humor blend through the night.