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Good quiz, guys. Good hustle. You really went out there and gave it one hundred and ten percent.
It was a rough first quarter. The quiz came in and really hit ya hard. Extended-cycle pills, band length, bust, and especially the female orgasm eluded most of you. I get it. They're tricky. And 30 years of hip hop? None of you guys have been to Compton. Your first exposure to hip hop was Vanilla Ice. And that's okay! You played through your handicap! You pushed hard and pulled it out.
Football pep talks can get homoerotic. It's not just me.
You started stepping it up a bit in the second quarter. You did well on the wrong answers, which is really unsurprising. Zing! Does getting wrong answers wrong make you right? Is it ironic? I'm not sure, but I bet Alanis Morissette knows. You finished the half strong with your knowledge of pop astronomy. The movie "Contact" wasn't all that good (which apparently you object to), but that didn't stop you from knowing it. Mostly.
The third quarter was a little hit or miss. Especially Obama. You guys were really upset about not knowing your current president. It was Welker dropping the pass in the Super Bowl. Gary Anderson missing the kick in the '98 NFC championship. Tim Tebow trying to throw a football. In short, an embarassing failure. But you picked it up by proving that you are, in fact, smarter than tenth graders. That kinda grit and determination is key to winning a pub quiz!
Finally it came down to the end. Last quarter. Do or die. A little slow start with the audio. You guys clearly didn't pay attention to all the film we went over in prep. But you outfought and outlasted, laying down the law on random knowledge! Everything from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Martin Van Buren to Suriname. SURINAME! Nobody knows Suriname, but you do! That's the kind of finishing power that wins championships!
You're all champions in my book, except for the teams that didn't win. You aren't actually champions. Just also-rans.
Mike'll be back next week. He's in Georgia, the poor dumb son of a bitch. Y'all come back now, y'hear?