I didn’t win, but I did get to hold the box of entries. Perhaps inspired by reading Peter David’s Knight Life, where Arthur returns to the world and runs for mayor of New York, I went down on one knee and presented the box to host Julie Macalister, in my best at-last-here’s-the-Grail style. The winner of the event’s uber-prize was Sean, the short-Daniel Day Lewis-looking guy who beat critic David Walker two weeks ago, and who has been my strongest rival throughout this string of contests. (One night, I was the only one who beat him, and that was on a night when he kept scoring 1400 to 1800 points a match.)
We even had drama: a contestant got huffy and left after a match’s first question, insisting something was wrong with his buzzer. I won using that buzzer, so, um, no, it was fine. But most of the contestants and I had good discussion of life, the universe, and everything – including movies, of course. Cool.
And it might lead to more coolness. Details to follow once I know a certain something will actually happen.