Once again, I get screwed by a over the hill, past their prime rocker, who is touring the country. The culprit this time- Neil Diamond. Yes, the two hit wonder who made me push quiz night so he could put on a performance for the past ages. Who puts on a concert on a Tuesday night? A guy who has no business putting on a concert and can only get a Tuesday night booking. The Brit even had a few extra tickets to giveaway for free, but my quizzers and I stand tall and strong like we are getting gold medals on the podium. My crowd- Gold Medal effort tonight.
So the Olympics happened tonight and our three teams were out to show who was stronger, faster, swifter. Or, in the case of the Brit, chugging, guzzling, and chowing down. We look more like the crew from Beerfest rather than a group that could ever compete in an Olympic sport. I would put my money on us for flip cup, a hot dog eating contest, and a stellar game of quarters. That is where our head is at.
The game at the Brit comes down to the finals. Three teams that are within 20 points of one another came down to a tense Olympic Challenge Question. Our silver medal winner from a week ago, Call of Booty, got nipped at the finish line by this weeks Dream Team, when an errant bet cost them gold. This week they had to contend with Team Derp, who was hot on their heels, and it looked like a silver medal finish would be the fate for Call of Booty. History, however, was not doomed to be repeated as our Silver took a step up the podium and heard their anthem played throughout the Brit. Yep, Sir Mixalot’s Baby Got Back. Silver to Team Derp and a Bronze finish for the Dream Team. Congrats to all of you. You all are Golden to me.