The Pop Culture King Dethroned + Another Philly Phailure

Not Even a Moral Victory...

Figuring that I'd use my mad trivia skills to score some loot and/or prizes, a bunch of us tried out Quizzo for the first time last night at Riddle Ale House. For the uninitiated, Quizzo is a trivia game (typically played in bars) where teams answer several rounds of pop culture questions. We probably had a decent chance to win...if we were told the right freaking time that the game was going to start.

When I first called Riddle yesterday and asked what time it started, the guy was like, "Uh, 9:30...9:00...between 9:00 and 9:30." Having no confidence that this guy knew what the hell he was talking about, I told my sister to call back a little bit later to see if she could get someone with a clue. Nope, same guy, except this time, he just said, "Around 9:00." Still feeling that I was being fed wrong info, I called several hours later, this time getting a lady who must have been no younger than 97. She says it's 10:00. My instincts told me she was right, so we all met at 10:00...to discover that we were entering Round 3.

Yeah, my instincts suck.

But we stayed around and played anyway. Round 3 consisted of nothing but city nicknames; we breezed through that one by answering 9 out of 10 right. Round 4 rolls around, and after the first two questions, we thought this was going to a cinch:

Question 1: Who is Dr. Evil's cat?
Mr. Bigglesworth. Cake.

Question 2: Where does The Drew Carey Show take place?
Cleveland. C'mon, challenge us!

Question 3: In which part of the body is the tympanic membrane located?
Uhhhh...

Yeah, it was all downhill from there. We grew to discover that the tympanic membrane is in the ear, Colorado is the Indian name for "Red River", and apparently, Ricky Ricardo's club's name was not "El Clubbo."

The final round was "Name That Tune." I believe we got two right, but we didn't stick around to find out, adhering to my life theory of, "If you're going to lose, leave before you find out the results."

So yeah, we sucked. But it taught me a valuable lesson, one that I hope you all take with you...

Never judge the intelligence of other teams by the number of teeth they collectively have.

I May Have Sucked, But At Least I Didn't Lose on National Television...

Anthony Federov was finally eliminated on American Idol last night. All I have to say is...Philly chokes again. Way to McNabb it, Anthony. Way to McNabb it.

Saying that, I realize I often throw my Dan-isms into these blogs, not realizing that some people may not know what the hell I'm talking about. So let's define "McNabbing", shall we?

mcnabb
tr.v. mcnabbs, mcnabbed, mcnabbing
To choke under pressure in a big game situation, named after Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb

Dan McNabbed Quizzo last night.

On that note, I should probably...you know...work.

Until next time...
Dan