It was a toss up tonight as Team Sharky fought it out with all the other teams, our three time champions Pork Chop Express, who kept shouting at Sharky all night long.  To be fair, Sharky fought back with confidence, and after the bingo round, when Sharky AND Pork Chop Express scored the bonus bingo glory (and had to split the points) Sharky came out with their glorious penis sharks on top.  Then, poor Sharky met up with round two: Who Am I?  It was a bloody battle for both of our top two teams, Sharky and PCE, yelling at each other, booing, and drawing penises on the tables white paper.  While they were shouting and fighting, Team 8 track revival slid in and took that first place spot after round two. They scored the highest in that second round, thus pushing them into the lead.  It was a tough round, Sharky, hold your heads high, you played well, and yes, Don Johnson aka Sonny Crocket is old, tho recently redone in a movie, I understand you didn’t get the horror pleasure of watching him whilst growing up.  When you watch Sonny Crocket and Tubbs (his partner) chasing down that bad guy Calderone every week, then having those hilairous mishaps with Elvis the alligator, you remember. I often explain it this way: There are certain times in our lives when things just imprint on our young hormones, and once that happens, you never forget.  That means ol’ Sonny boy and  that stupid alligator Elvis will live on in our brains forevah.  Not to mention that awesome white suit. And those deck shoes.  I mean, come on, that man was fucking EPIC in the 80′s.  Epic Sharky, I’m telling you, he was Epic.  So epic they made these small plastic awesome renderings of them:

Another epic occurrence we won’t soon forget: Michelle Obama’s arms sliding into the first place cash winnings tonight.  They made their move with a swift leap at the end due to a conservative wager; thrashing the other teams down under the water and rolling them over in a death lock.  Just like Elvis the crocodile.  Look at those crocodile smiles.

As the teams were exiting tonight, it seems there is a new mantra in Pub Quiz land at Sellwood: It doesn’t matter who wins, as long as we beat Sharky.  I’m not sure what started this battle cry; perhaps the large penis drawings that by the end of the night consumed a piece of paper large enough to cover the entire table.  Perhaps the threat of playing the Jaws theme for Sharky if they win. Perhaps the wagers coming in on those large sheets of paper, also covered in penises (and to be fair, one covered in boobies) whatever the start, everyone is on the hunt for Sharky now. And, boys, remember, it’s not the size of the drawing that matters. Really. I promise.