The plane carrying the team landed. Everyone got their bags and headed out to the terminal.

"So, Marzipan," said Strong Bad, "do you have a scouting report for this one?"

"Unfortunately, I do. Currently, Oregon is one of the top 15 teams in the nation. I'm afraid this game could get ugly fast. Vegas says we should lose by 24, and seeing both our and their quality of play, I can't say I disagree."

"C'mon, Marzi," said Coach Z, "have a little faith."

Marzipan smiled. "I'll try."

The team took a bus ride to the stadium. Once there, Homestar broke away from everyone, quickly entering the arena.

"Must just be excited or something," said Coach Z.

"Hey, I'm excited too, but at least I know how to walk at a normal pace," replied Strong Bad.

A few minutes later, everyone except Homestar suited up in the locker room. Most of the players were concerned as to their tailback's whereabouts.

"Where the crap is Homestar?" said Strong Bad. "We go out onto the field in five minutes!"

Just as Strong Bad finished talking, Homestar appeared. The team immediately noticed that he was not wearing his normal star shirt, but instead the duck shirt reminiscent of when he and Strong Bad first met.

"So," he said, "how do you like it?"

"Homestar," Marzipan inquired, "where did you get that shirt?"

"From the souvenir stand."

"Wait…it's an Oregon duck shirt?"

"Of course. Why did you think I was so excited to come here? I lost my old duck shirt a long time ago, and this is the only place I know that you can get them."

"You've been here before?"

"Marzipan, of course I have. Where do you think I got the first shirt?"

"When did you go to Oregon?"

"Oh, it was a long time ago. Back then, I was working as a pharmacist in Missouri. I can't say I didn't enjoy my old life, but when news broke about the new frontier and the thought of beautiful land on the ocean's coast right there for the taking, I knew I had to take advantage. To this day, I still don't know why I was so adamant about it. The adventurer inside me clicked, I suppose. Anyway, a few weeks later, I had packed up all my goods and provisions and was ready to head out into uncharted territory. I joined up with a wagon train of people like myself, wanting nothing more than a piece of those endless acres. Days became weeks became months on the trail, and I'll be honest; I thought of packing it up several times and just going home. However, I saw all the rivers I crossed and that I would have to recross and I knew that my days of being a pharmacist in Missouri were over. During the trip, I took quiet joy in seeing species of animals and plants that I had never seen before; I was like being in a different country, and in a way, it was. Sadly, shortly before the wagon train set out to cross the Columbia River, what was considered to be the most arduous part of the journey, I died of dysentery and the game ended."

At this point, Homestar looked up.

"Hey, where'd everybody go?"

"Get out here, Homestar!" yelled the coach. "The game's starting!"

Oregon won the coin toss and elected to receive. On the first play from scrimmage, the quarterback looked for a receiver but couldn't find one in time and was sacked by Strong Mad.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!" Strong Mad yelled.

During the huddle, Strong Bad attempted to correct his older brother.

"See…that enthusiasm? I love that," he said. "However, this isn't our house. It's their house."

"THEIR HOUSE?"

"Right."

During the next play, Oregon's quarterback tried to pass again and was sacked again.

"THIS IS YOUR HOUSE!" yelled Strong Mad, confident he had gotten it right.

Strong Bad laughed softly. "Closer."

The rest of the game went somewhat smoothly. While there were several lead changes, neither team managed to break away. With only forty-five seconds left in the final quarter, Oregon led, 23-21. The Dumples called a timeout. Everyone was exhausted. CGNU was on Oregon's 48-yard line, well out of field goal range. It would take a lot to pull this one off.

"Okay, everyone," said Strong Bad, "let's just get the win. I don't have much else to say other than that. We've already done a lot better than anyone thinks we should have, so let's go all the way and win!"

"That's right!" exclaimed Marzipan. "We need this win. We need the whole country to know that we can tangle with anyone and come out with victory!"

"Dwaahaahaa", replied Homsar, "Positrons maimed the 8-track."

"You heard him!" Coach Z answered. "Let's do this! Break on 3!"

"1, 2, 3, BREAK!"

Everyone lined up for the play. Strong Mad hiked the ball to his brother, and Strong Mad looked downfield, seeing Marzipan open about ten yards out. Strong Bad put the ball and air, and Marzipan caught it, but was tackled before she could get out of bounds.

"Call a timeout!" yelled Strong Bad.

"We don't have any time outs!" replied Marzipan. "We're going to have to go for a field goal. It's our only chance.

"How far is it?"

"Fifty-five yards. I hope you brought your leg today."

With the clock running out, The Cheat set up to hold the ball for Strong Bad. Strong Bad kicked it accurately, but The Cheat didn't release his grip soon enough and was launched into the air along with the ball.

"Meh meeh MEEREEEH!"

The Cheat wasn't much of a math whiz, but he could tell that the ball was going to land short; it needed a little extra oomph. Therefore, in one fluid motion, he grabbed the ball, set it back over his head, and threw it with all his might towards the goal.

The ball sailed through the uprights. Expectedly, the whole CGNU team went nuts.

"Hot dog! We got it!"

"No one can stop us!"

"CELEBRATION!"

"We're the best in the country!"

"I'm like a cold shepherd's pie!"

"The Dumples are invincible!"

"And the rest is history," said Strong Bad, completing his interview. "Since that day, we haven't lost a game and are 10-1, like you said."

"Well," replied Dan, "that completes our exclusive interview with Strong Bad. Thanks for coming out to do this, and good luck in your next game."

"With the way we're playing?" Strong Bad thought. "We don't need it."