The bar is a Red Sox fan hangout that features all sorts of Boston memorabilia. I felt like I needed to wear a Yankee shirt, just to ward off all that evil Red Sox stuff (like wearing a crucifix and garlic to stop Dracula from going after your neck!) But Squawker Jon said he would deny he knew me if I showed up in Yankee gear. Bummer.
Anyhow, we met our friend Q in person for the first time - he's a great guy, even if he is misguided in his choices of teams - and participated in the trivia extravaganza. Winner gets a gift certificate for Professor Thom's. I had visions of sugarplums dancing in my head - or, more exactly, visions of me winning a prize from a Red Sox bar and crying out, "Count the rings, baby" or something like that.
Unfortunately, it was not to be. After being as close as second place at one point, we tumbled in the last two rounds and lost (check out the questions from the evening.) We still had a lot of fun, though, playing the game and then talking to Q the trivia host afterwards. Two Squawker thumbs up!
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2 comments:
How could you, Lisa? How could you let those blankety-blank Chowdaheads beat you?
Tell you what: If they can't identify the Red Sox starting shortstop before Nomah Gahciahpahwah came along, then they're bandwagoners who haven't truly suffered along with 1986, let alone 1978 or before, and need to put, well, a Sock in it. And even if they can correctly name this player (I had to look it up: John Valentin), they still have nothing to say: 1918 * Forever, and, yes, we have "got rings lately."
Mike, we were going great with the "Q are you?" and the Beatles questions. Jon and I killed! Then we fell apart. Oy.
I want to see you show up at this bar, though, and win the contest! Now that would be a sight to see!
- Lisa
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