JGTAI Standings After Two Weeks

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Here they are, the standings after two weeks have been completed. If the season ended today, teams in the gold and blue would have an automatic invite. Teams in the red would not. I have continued to post questions of the day on facebook, and although I already did one today, I’m gonna do another one later, since I missed yesterday. No more questions on twitter, since Greg was the only person getting them, and I might as well just give Savage Ear two points a day. However, you can still get points by mentioning my quiz on twitter, or by retweeting this story.

As for the couple above, they were San Franciscans in the midst of a cross-country trip and just so happened upon quizzo at the Sidecar on Monday. As you can see from their scoresheet, they didn’t do so hot, but they seemed to have a good time. We also had a team in from Manchester playing at O’Neals on Tuesday. They of course got to witness the week’s highlight. Wild week of quizzo, and next week should be even wilder. See ya then!

 

The Lone Reception

The following is the true story of the only catch of my high school football career.

I had noticed, on the previous couple of plays, that the cornerback covering me was paying me essentially no mind. It was hard to blame him. I was a 14-year old stringbean with average speed, hardly the second coming of Jerry Rice. And besides, we were just ramming it into the line on every play, grinding out 2 to 3 yards at a time as the clock continued it’s inexorable descent down to triple zeros.

Dyke, our strapping Senior QB, was slowly ambling back to the huddle to call the next play, which was certain to be another “32”, the fullback merely following the guard before being swallowed by a mass of bodies.

I had different ideas. “Hey Dyke,” I screeched out in my scratchy teen voice.

“Yeah,” he sneered back nasally, with a tinge of disdain he tacked on when he spoke to people below him, such as freshmen.

“Dude, that cornerback isn’t even covering me. I mean, I’m wide open over there. We could easily score.”

Dyke looked at me blankly, unsure of how to handle my request. He had been given specific instructions from the sidelines and our coach, Mr. Bynum, was a military veteran who equated deviations from the game plan with high treason.

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