The road really WAS paved in green yesterday. At least the bike lane was. I was having visions of leprechauns running little marathons around the city, cursing as they are weighted down by the gold coins as people shout “See asshole, if you’d given me some gold, you’d be winning” Or perhaps they were riding little green bikes covered in the Legume Family trefoil for the holiday, tossing gold coins out to the children. Nah, from what I hear, those Leprechauns are bastards. So, instead I’ll assume that it was all done with a massive chalk marking truck, or some really adventurous kids with bloody hands from all the sidewalk chalking and rubbing to get the colors smoothed out. Though I didn’t see any red mixed in, so perhaps not the latter.

Nice post St. Patty’s day madness night at the Maiden, lovely evening with some kind words, some new teams and some smooth Whiskey. With a little blarney thrown in to keep us on our toes. Remember, if you’re ever thinking of cheating, or asking for help from say the OWNER or the bartender, or veiling that attempt in the form of an order, remember that all around you, quiz players may in fact be watching, and they may in fact be telling me, and I may in fact be keeping track of such debauchary. Just sayin. Tuck that under your pirate hats for next week.

Good name tonight shout out to team “F U AIG” the name itself brought the crowd to a large responsive clap fest, as, I can say for myself, I’d love to have a chance to say that to a few particular individuals…ahem.

Winners tonight “Uncle Steve” actually came up and asked me to change the answer to the final question after they had turned it in. I told them, NO, we don’t change final answers, ever, and the representative from the team (coulda been Steve) looked a little perturbed with me. After the whole game was done, they were in fact the ONLY team to correctly name the family of plant from which the Clover springs forth. See if you can find the answer in this post…I’m clever that way.

Good game to Uncle Steve, FU AIG and to We don’t need no stinkin bacon. I’ll see you next week, after I kick some of your asses at the Quizmaster’s game. I’d really like to fry some bacon up..mmmm mmmm sure will smell good.

Think about what THIS guy could do to the streets of Stumptown before you head off to bed tonight. Sweet dreams. “I want me gold”