Normally, one wouldn’t expect to be turned on by talk of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, but the fact that you know he was killed in Sarajevo to kick off WWI is getting me all hot under the collar. This is no fluke, because you regularly kick my ass at Trivial Pursuit, and I’m strangely OK with that. And that shouldn’t be taken lightly, because--let’s face it--I take my board games very seriously.
Even better is the fact that “going out to the bar” implies that you’re going to check your calendar to see where there’s a good game of Quizzo going on tonight. I don’t even have to ask if that’s what’s happening. I try to suggest a clever team name so maybe you’ll be impressed and I’ll feel like I’ve contributed something. When the questions start coming, you squint for improved recall, covering your answers so no one can cheat off of you, and the tip of your tongue sticks ever-so-slightly out the corner of your mouth so we all know that you’re concentrating. Those other teams? They don’t stand a chance. They have no idea what they’re up against.
After you’ve trounced the opposition pretty much single-handedly and the waitress brings over the next round, you are so proud of yourself, grinning ear to ear, and it’s written all over your face that it doesn’t get much better than this. That face is my favorite part of the night.
So, adorable encyclopedias out there, I tip my hat to you. I’ve got a huge crush on that big sexy brain of yours. I want to take it out and buy it nice things and introduce it to my mom.
[Previously: The Quizzo Cutie]