January 11, 2007

…And That’s What They Call ‘Teamwork’

Posted in Uncategorized at 12:41 pm by Ian

Went to PubQuiz last night with our newly reformulated team, which is starting to look very similar to our old team, now that people are returning from holiday. We were doing well. We had gotten 8 of 10 questions right in each of the first two rounds, 7 in the third round, and were nearing the end of the fourth and final round. Often, the winning scores are in the low 30s, so four scores of 8 will generally get you the top spot (with a random chance to win the rolling jackpot). And then the question.

“Rosie O’Donnell and Donald Trump are on the outs. What is the name of the Miss USA who caused this strife.”

Immediately, the rest of the team turned to me to answer.

You see, a few weeks ago, when the saga had been in the news (only four days of constant coverage. A disturbingly short news cycle for such momentous story: Miss USA and Miss Teen USA, roommates, caught drinking, doing drugs, and making out), I had researched both ladies (for lack of a better term) in anticipation of their appearance in a pubquiz question. I had even come up with a mnemonic device to help remember their names. Credit for correctly answering the inevitable question that week goes to James, though, who called a cell phone audible between rounds (perfectly within the rules) to find out that Miss USA was the representative from Kentucky.

“Ok, it’s… something, and The Exorcist. Fuck!”

I remembered only one of the movie clues to my mnemonic, and it was the wrong one.

“It’s ‘Blair’. Miss Teen USA’s name is ‘Blair’, not Linda, but something ‘Blair’. But I don’t remember the other movie. Damnit!”

“It was a character’s name,” remembered Arthur. “It was a character from one movie and the actress from the other.”

“Right. Right.” I confirmed.

We fell silent for a moment. Well, the rest of them fell silent. I continued to swear. And then, for the clutch play that defines his role on the team, Matt quietly said “Was it Terminator?”

“Yes!” I said in as quiet a shout as I could manage. “Conner!”

“Tara Conner,” finished another voice.

And we wrote it down, thus securing ourselves a perfect 10 points in the final round, winning a free round of drinks and the choice of topics for next week’s round 3. We ended up finishing with 33 points, just 1 point shy of first place.

Fucking Loggers.


  1. Linda and Kevin said,

    OMG, how fucking cool! Where was this when I was in quiz bowl. Quiz Bowl for Booze. Genius idea, absolutely genius.Now that, my friend, is what I call F-U-N. Let’s talk to Alex Trebek about this.

  2. Mama said,

    Copngrats on the win and the great score too.
    You have no idea how closely this conversation resembles the conversations held by 50 year olds. The most striking difference though is that no one ever comes up with the name or other noun. Just lots of swearing and giving of clues. It is almost like charades. It goes like Dave Barry says it goes. “First word…Sounds like…Oh you kno wMary it’s that actor from that movie with that other actor with the blond hair who was married in the 60’s to that other actor. I really like her acting. Blah blah blah. On and on with no Eureka moment to be had. i am not sure what 50 year old brains concentrate on but it is definitely not nouns. Perhapx we are into verbs. who knows.
    I enjoyed this story though.

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