Don't kick her, Sharkeesha!

This week, our team was called, "Don't kick her, Sharkeesha!" True to our name, we beat down the competition. We managed an unprecedented number of correct answers. It was kind of amazing. It was the kind of night that makes me rethink my policy of not buying lotto tickets.

My friend Laura wasn't there, but two of my lunch buddies from work made it.  Of course, Cas was by my side, and Jerone came with a friend who had a surprising knowledge of fish from his scuba diving endeavors. I have to say, though, my proudest moment was getting the "Shakes the Clown" answer that nobody else was able to manage. Gotta love Bobcat Goldthwait. I mean- somebody's got to, right? That film was an underrated classic. 

We were in first place every time the scores were announced, and it's just a little bit euphoric. Not standing on the top platform wearing a gold medal with your hand over your heart and singing the national anthem euphoria, but it feels nice to kick a little ass. 

Cas was as clever as ever. He knew plenty of things that left the rest of us scratching our heads, but I'm proud of the political stuff Jerone and I were able to pull out when the questions called for it. I guess it pays to DVR the Sunday morning shows. 

It was a rainy, humid day, and that's the excuse for my ratty hair in this photo. Tonight, Jerone was the only one whose hair was apparently unaffected by the weather. Anyhow, this is what a table full of smart people looks like: