The things one misses when one goes into post-marathon hibernation

[spatch]

Yesterday was the fiftieth anniversary of John Glenn's orbital flight, as well as the twentieth (yeek!) anniversary of the airing of the classic Simpsons episode "Homer at the Bat".

Darryl.
Daaaaaaaarrrryllll.
DAAAARRRYLLL. DAAAARRRYLLL. DAAAARRRYLLL.

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[lno.livejournal.com]

About fifteen years ago (ok, opening any anecdote that way makes me feel old) during a College Bowl tournament a question was posed "For thirty points, name all of Mister Burns' ringers for the Springfield Isotopes softball team." I buzzed in instantly to qualify for the full value of points -- if no one buzzes in, then the question is rephrased with a hint but a lower point value -- and my mind suddenly blanked. Oh, fuck!

"somisterburnshaddoneitthepowerplanthadwonitwith ROGER CLEMENS cluckingallthewhile MIKE SCOSIA'S tragicillnessmadeussmilewith WADE BOGGS unconsciousonthebarroomtilewe'retalkingbaseballmainesandiegobaseball MATTINGLY AND CANSECO KEN GRIFFEY'S grotesquelyswollenjaw STEVE SAX runinlawtalkinghomer OZZIE AND THE STRAW"

Then there was "For thirty points, spell the name of the bratwurst in Rainer Wolfcastle's Oscar Meyer-esque ad?"

"mein bratwurst has a first name it's F-R-I-T-Z mein bratwurst has a second name it's S-C-H-N-A-C-K-E-N-P-F-E-F-F-E-R-H-A-U-S-E-N"

Those were the days. Not necessarily when Simpsons was awesome, but when I had enough time to watch and memorize the songs to gain pop culture cred.

[spatch]

Okay, that is one of the greatest College Bowl victory moments ever. Well played. Well played.

[lno.livejournal.com]

And now I see I wrote it 'talking baseball' and not 'talking softball'. Bah.

Still- I let the engineers answer the tough questions, but my tv-watchin' made me a good asset to the team.