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I thought I was just being dumb. The trivial pursuit questions weren’t making any sense. “Huh??” I asked after every question. I couldn’t even figure out which nouns the questions were looking for. Perhaps it was the wine.

“What prolific novelist’s book jacket photo did the Devil Rays pepper with pushpins, after his visit preceded an 11-game losing streak, in 2002?” Read aloud.

You be the judge. Wine? Or incredibly poorly written questions?

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Anonymous said…
Even prolific novelists generally don't get their photo on the front jacket. I'm pretty sure the answer is "the BACK jacket photo."
2:30 PM
Anonymous said…
It looks like a ridiculous question for anyone who doesn't happen to know something about this 'losing streak' (like me). However, one name DID jump to mind, and it's the same one that should have occurred to *you* (given your particular baseball proclivities).

If I am right, it's a fun question, otherwise it stinks!
But either way, I doubt its the wine.


spoiler
He plays clabbers as Kent Givens (well, he should.)

ps
hey, Winter has arrived. 1703 even! Something is amiss.
2:56 PM
John said…
Anonymous wrote:
    "...given your particular baseball proclivities..."The Devil Rays are a baseball team?
7:48 PM
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