Cheating at Pub Trivia

So, the other night, I received this phone call. I won't mention who it was from, but I'll call him Mr. G from New York. It was immediately obvious that he meant business when he asked me what Ryan Adams' former band was. Of course, it was Whiskeytown, but Mr. G's response was to ask another question:

What Americana band did an album about Lynyrd Skynyrd?

Well, Southern Rock Opera wasn't about Lynyrd Skynyrd, per se, but I was pretty certain what he was driving at. The answer was the Drive-By Truckers, as their 2002 double-disc pays tribute to many things Southern, including the three great Alabama icons (George Wallace, Bear Bryant, Ronnie Van Zant), the supposed feud between Skynyrd and Neil Young, and makes numerous references to "the duality of the Southern thing".

Anyway, it was pretty obvious to me, considering the curtness of the phone call and the background noise, that Mr. G was cheating at pub trivia. And, of course, the answer I supplied him with was correct. This makes me now 2-for-2 in such circumstances. The previous question was quite easy:

What Rolling Stones song includes the lyrics, "I met a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis"?

C'mon...seriously? At least Mr. G's question was a little challenging. The answer, of course, is "Honky Tonk Woman". I believe Mr. G got caught, while the Stones culprit, I'll call her the former Ms. H from Boston, got away with the deed.

Now, I've played trivia with the aforementioned former Ms. H, at the same bar she called me from that night, and have witnessed some pretty sketchy circumstances...mostly people looking at their cell phones, not necessarily making calls. I suspect that the guy who runs this particular trivia night isn't fully aware that you can use your cellular phone for more than just making actual phone calls. After all, he's not the brightest bulb in the room, although I have to admit it's hard to consider anyone intelligent who says "cod" when he means "card", and probably used to wear one of those "Nomah" t-shirts.

So, I guess the moral of this story is, if you're going to cheat at pub trivia, send a text message...or be a cute girl. Sorry, Mr. G.