All Hail The Fucking Curse Word Bracket Winner

A couple nights ago, I was tucking my kid into bed when I accidentally knocked over a picture frame and it made the loudest possible noise a falling picture frame could make. When it happened, I let out a slow and low, "Fuuuuuuuuuck." Then I turned to my kid and she repeated it back to me, exactly as I had said it.

I didn't express any disapproval to her or anything like that. There was no point. She understood its use perfectly. There was no undoing it. She hasn't uttered it since then, but I know it's coming. I know she'll drop something next week and when she does: Fuuuuuuuuck. She's got it down cold now. It's in her arsenal.

When we started this bracket a couple weeks ago, I think we all knew that the outcome was more or less preordained. There's no unseating "fuck." It's the perfect swear word. It's forceful, versatile, GUTTURAL. "Motherfucker" never stood a chance (though it did put up a decent fight, losing by a 57-43 margin). And it's worth being reminded once in a while of the gift that "fuck" is to the English language. Where would we be without it, I ask you? We'd be... well, we'd be... screwed? GOD, IT'S NOT THE SAME. Gotta have that "fuck."

So cheers to "fuck" for rampaging through our Curse Word Bracket. Better luck next year, "rimjob."