Every once in a while a dog has to run away with his tail between his legs.  Dogs are fortunate, however, they don’t have the ability to speak.  They also don’t have opposable thumbs.  This would possibly make it difficult to type and therefore post a blog.  I am not convinced that dogs do not have the cognitive power to run a blog.  They have been playing dumb for years, centuries even, the little bastards.  We here at Fourth and Fifty are above blaming it on the dog(s).

It wasn't me...

So, as far as a public apology is concerned we like to think we did all right on air.  We like to believe that all the tens of people that were listening forgive us for slandering the lovely ladies of Ken Hoffman’s Tuesday Trivia Extravaganza.  We will leave the innocents out of it from now on.  You were an unfortunate happenstance of our tirade.  An unassuming catalyst, if you will indulge me.  Undercover in there is an apology: Joy and April, so sorry.

Unfortunately, we are insatiably competitive.  The “Trivia Debacle of 2009″ – as it will hereby be referred to – is not sitting well with me.  An embarrassing showing of 1 out of 5 is not going to be the legacy I leave behind.  I attempted to invite myself back on the show for next week.  It fell on deaf ears I fear.  So, in the interest of fairness I have my own “home turf” when it comes to trivia.  The Harp.  Every Tuesday night starting at 8pm (and they’re not even paying me for that plug) there is a trivia competition.  That’s my invitation, my challenge, my attempt at reconciliation with my wounded pride.

So, there it is… Anybody (Ken, David, Raheel… Ladies, hopefully there is no more score to settle between us).  Anytime (as long as it’s at 8).  Anywhere (specifically the Harp).  Fourty-five questions so I can have my dignity back.  Plus, Ken and Nuño, I can buy you a beer or scotch or appletini (all I’m sayin’ is I’m just sayin’, know what I’m sayin’?) for all the free, if not humiliating, publicity.

I’ll keep in touch.  We’ll iron out the deets.

- Septimus Rex