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Goddamnit it, Leeroy.
On their way to a lukewarm 8th place finish out of 12 teams, In Like Clint must have figured their chances were cooked early on, as their best guess of Scorpion’s catchphrase in Mortal Kombat in Round 1 was to invoke everyone’s favorite Warcraft raconteur. Since they unleased the beast early on, I snagged on some technical difficulties and lost my friggin scoring cheat sheet. Leeroy fuckin’ Jenkins really fucks things up every single time.
Not all were stifled, though. In a humble affair, a couple new teams popped up to take on a sparse but strong set of regulars. At the first scoring break, newbies The Guessers, who must be pretty damn great at guessing, took a small lead after jokering 14 points out of round 2 and missing only one point in the other two rounds. The Guessers suffered through the rest of the quiz, allowing newcomers Bribs and the Mole Killers and Bath Saltines to rise up and battle with former champs RNC-nile and Box Full of Tacos above them. Endeavors into totally inaudible 90’s toy advertisements, arcane Euro-centric sports, and Clint Eastwood’s cadre of imaginary friends threw all of the teams at different points, but it was a consistent string of solid 6’s in rounds 4-7 that gradually rose first-timers Bath Saltines to the top of the field where they survived round 8 with a razor-thin 1-point lead over RNC-nile. It’s impossible not to have a super close finish at Spirit, I’ve found.
The e-mail prize this week was the dynamic duo of Saint Clair, the miniature patron saint of television, and a porous expanding plastic alligator. Take notice, Trinity Channel, you’ve got a possible new Saturday morning ratings-grabber for the kids.
So a new week brought some new quizees and a new champ, and a general fuckload of newness. Come on over next Thursday evening and make it even newer, will ya?