Last Friday was World Trivia Night, which is a fundraiser for the Champions for Children Foundation, held annually at Landsdown Park. Format in past years has been similar to the trivia we used to do at the Barley Mow back in the day—not coincidentally as it’s written by the same trivia mastermind. This was our first year playing (Isha’s second), and our team—Los Pedanticos—ended up in a four-way tie for nineteenth place. Adding up all the ties, we came in around sixtieth overall, which isn't so shabby seeing as there were (I think) over two hundred teams. And the questions were F-ing hard, too. The theme this year was people, and for each round it would be a different group, say: The Canadians, or The Russians. We got our asses smoked on The Chinese and The Russians, rocked The Irish and The Italians, and put in a not altogether awful performance on The East Indians.
Unrelated but also vaguely event-y: our OSSC team just played its second round of dodgeball—a double-header, no less. So so so so so very much better than that first game. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but… well, that’s a lie. Watch me toot, people. I had some awesome throws. Low, curvy, right in the shins. Just fucking beautiful, if I do say so my self. A few good catches as well. And as far as I can recollect, absolutely no stupid, could-have-been-dodged-by-my-mom, direct hits. There’s hope for me after all. The first game had more than its share of animosity, some of it related to confusion over rules, most of it related to the other team getting hit a lot but pretending they hadn't been. Came out 12-9 for us, which was sweet and just. Second set of games didn’t count for us, only for the second team. (Long story having to do with there being an uneven number of teams.) Totally different than the first game. Fun team, no cheating, no rule related bickering. And we lost, but we were pretty damn tired. My arm feels awful jelly-like right now, but strangely my leg hurts even more. That’s my leg of bracing. My leg of justice, if you will.
Unrelated but also vaguely event-y: our OSSC team just played its second round of dodgeball—a double-header, no less. So so so so so very much better than that first game. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but… well, that’s a lie. Watch me toot, people. I had some awesome throws. Low, curvy, right in the shins. Just fucking beautiful, if I do say so my self. A few good catches as well. And as far as I can recollect, absolutely no stupid, could-have-been-dodged-by-my-mom, direct hits. There’s hope for me after all. The first game had more than its share of animosity, some of it related to confusion over rules, most of it related to the other team getting hit a lot but pretending they hadn't been. Came out 12-9 for us, which was sweet and just. Second set of games didn’t count for us, only for the second team. (Long story having to do with there being an uneven number of teams.) Totally different than the first game. Fun team, no cheating, no rule related bickering. And we lost, but we were pretty damn tired. My arm feels awful jelly-like right now, but strangely my leg hurts even more. That’s my leg of bracing. My leg of justice, if you will.
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Not to say that your article is bad. It's awesome.
I just want to hear you incorporate the words "Sparta", "dining in hell" and "check out how the moonlight shines off my buttocks as I contemplate the fate of my kingdom".