HELL HAST FROZEN OVER.

I'm sure you thought hell had frozen over when the BoSux won the series last year. Hell, I did, too. And it probably did then. But something momentous has happened.

We won again last night at Quizzo.

We even beat Sofa Kingdom.

Dizzy from our first win, we were excited, but I think the reality is setting in. We kicked their asses.

No 100 point game this time. In fact, it was almost a mirror of last week. With help from Padrino, who finally managed a cameo at our Quizzo game, we got every question right in the first round, including the bonus, to net us 11 points (Dave was instrumental in knowing FSU is playing in the Orange Bowl) and then we totally sucked the second round (50/50 before or after Pearl Harbor round - it was hard) and we only got 4 right for an awesome score of 19 (fourth from last).

Then we were saved.

See, we attributed the first win to Nick and Jessica and Malaysia. This time around, we attribute the win to our alcoholism and Richard Strauss.

We got two questions wrong in the Wild Card Round, but good enough to get us 43 points, good enough for 4th place by the end of the third. The Wild Card Round was alcohol. As if God herself couldn't give us a better topic. We didn't know the breweries in Philly, which is the reason we got two wrong, but we even got the Grappa question.

Then the infamous "Impossible Round" happened and surprisingly, we were feeling pretty strong. After much deliberation as to which President in the 20th century had the shortest tenure (Ford, by the way, and yes, we got it right), he threw us a softball with the 10 point bonus question - and we were only one of two teams to get it right: Which German composer wrote Thus Spake Zarathrusta, made famous by the movie 2001 Space Oddessey? I think Fab and I almost fell out of our seats.

Strauss, by the way. Not Wagner. Which is what everyone else guessed. Finally! All those years of being a classically trained violinist pay off! Granted, it was Quizzo, but whatever!

So with one wrong in the round, but still with the 10 pointer, we got a whopping 50 points to bring our score up to 93. We figured we had at least placed in the top three.

Then Johnny says that there was a pretty serious race for the top three. We're like, no way, we might have a chance at 2nd. Then he tells everyone to give a hearty boo to this week's winners, I Went to College With Prince Humperdink's Daughter. We found our name funny.

Total upset. We won by 7 points. Over two top teams that usually win or place first or second - one being the infamous Sofa Kingdom. Sure, there were only two of their members there, but we still took it from them.

And thus hell froze over again. Now onto the Three-Peat. Though I won't be there next week. Mama's seeing DMB with Ooter.

I would also like to take this opportunity to plead with Maury Povich: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO A DIFFERENT SHOW BESIDES "WHO'S YOUR DADDY?" IT IS GETTING OLD. If I may make a suggestion, he sometimes breaks from the usual paternity tests to do makeovers. He might start with offering to fix the teeth of his many guests.

I know this is mean. But honestly. It's worse than an English Pub in there. I had to change the channel. Besides the fact that I'm tired of the concept.

I also realize that my last two posts have been Quizzo-related. Lots of people have been like, how's the move? Next question. It's complicated and annoying and frankly, I'm going out of my mind. So Quizzo it is.

But look out! The next post will be NYC related. The Philly Phabulous girls and I will be hitting the city this weekend. Hard. I'm sure something rather amusing will come of it.

Unless a rant comes first. But I dunno that will happen.

In the meantime, spay and neuter your pets. Monkey, out!