WOW! It’s great to be back. Truly great. Honestly. It’s like Elvis never left the building. The crowds are stirring at the Bridgeport Brewery these days. We had 74 people in the house playing our game. All paid in and all roaring to go. The Superbowl theme was a little tough on some of our *ahem* more academic crowd, however, they fumbled their way through and a very Steelers clad team came out in second place. If you can nearly win a pubquiz with all that Steelers garb, then maybe, just maybe you can win a Game with it on too. Just saying. Or you could come in second. What’s the going rate for second place at the Superbowl, and what the heck does third make?

Kudos to the team Yahtzee! (note the exclamation point) for taking the first place winnings of $107 last night with a correct answer to our final, and a ONE POINT LEAD over second place team The Player Haters. Those haters were sweating that final Question last night, but they came up with the right one, and they took home some serious cash winnings of $64 for their trouble. Third place even won $43! That’s a lot of moola for a fun game. I quiz on your grave were our third place winners.

Now, as for a word to my pronunciation skills. Pffft. There is a place in a Quizmasters brain that engages in the reading aspect of the round, and there is a portion of our brains that engage in the pronunciation portion of the word. These two portions are not always the same nor are they working at the same time. There is NO WAY for you to understand this phenomenon unless you are a former player turned Quizmaster, like say Jeremey Henrickson, who runs our Wednesday night gig at the Horse and Hound. Jeremey used to ALWAYS call me out on my pronunciations when he was a player, I remember many times at the pub when Ol’ Jeremy would call me out to the crowd, then roll his eyes when I said the wrong thing…Then he became a Quizmaster. HA! The very first time I trained him, he lost a word. It was a simple word too. Something like Onomonpia. Man was he embarrassed. It was lovely. Just last week, when prompted to say “Whicita Linemen” he spoke the word this way “Witch ee ta Linemen” until someone (as they invaribly do) pointed out “Um, that might be Wichita Linemen?” DUH. It happens to the best of us, in fact they’ve created drinking games with some of us surrounding it, I’ve heard tell. As that part of my brain that reads and speaks sometimes crosses over into perfect speech AND reading symboisis, and I live on the west coast awhile longer, I’ll be seeing you on the Willamette damnit, on the way to Couch street for some reading about Odysseus. It’s truly a Circus of Syballance. ANd I’m the ringmaster, Yee haw!

Next week I’m bringing my W-Hip. And my crop, and my top hat.

Madly,

Polly