It’s like some sort of bad movie. A washed-up, aging, semi-retired group of misfits somehow manage to squeak into a trivia semifinal game by doing the absolute bare minimum to do so. Like in that movie where all of those misfits, led by Vince Vaughn, beat a team of Girl Scout clones by default and sail their way to a dodgeball tournament in Las Vegas.

And you know what? After years of engaging in numerous trivia battles and all of the crazy shit we’ve had to do to qualify – week after week at Powell’s, with a host (previous) who despised us, using last minute last ditch games to qualify, barhopping for a couple of seasons, driving home from the UP to play a semifinal game…yeah, I’ll take the easy path when it’s an option!

Now for the arduous task of trying to find two more players! 😅