Three-hundred words. Sixty-six rounds. Five hours. Two spellers. One ticket to the Scripps National Spelling Bee. In the end, one stalemate.
Progress = “Now there’s a Jason Collins. Now there’s a Brittney Griner. Now there’s a Robbie Rogers. Now there’s a Michael Sam.”
“It wasn’t clean; it wasn’t fun. It was awful; it was sickening. It was racist.” –Missouri rodeo spectator Perry Beam