Pub Quiz

So tonight is Pub Quiz night, at out local Oirish pub in Howick. It's strange because despite considering myself to be a pretty intelligent and knowledgeable chap, we keep placing last. At first we only finished second or third to last but in recent weeks we've done nothing better than to finish bottom of the pile completely. Not bad when there's only 2 of us (and most of the other teams are made up of betwen 4 and 6 people).
Now this wouldn't usually bother me but I'm hardly in the most sophisticated country in the world. I reckon blind people and animals visit bookshops more often than the average New Zealander.
The thing that really riles me about the Pub Quiz is that there'll be whole rounds devoted to Sport where everybody will groan because the answer is so easy. "Who wore the number seven jersey for the All Blacks betwen 2002 and 2005?" Cue whole pub groaning (but not groaning loudly enough to give the answer away to us foreign types in their midst).
Other than this, there are so many questions regarding New Zealand, that it makes me think everybody got together in the 1980s for a secret meeting:
"Right, we need to do something about all these immigrants coming over and taking our jobs.."
"What about them winning the pub quizzes all the time?"
"Oh yeah - that too. Bastards."

So every Wednesday I have to humble myself because I don't know who the Coach of the Auckland Warriors is (I think that's a real team, but I'm not sure) or when the Cadbury's Train Robbery advertisment began airing on NZ television.
It's supposed to be General Knowledge but I believe it should be renamed Localised General Knowledge Heavily Biased Towards Sports.

Still, at least we do well in some rounds. We seem to blitz Music, TV & Cinema and Art & Literature every week. The other week the first question in the Music round was:

Who am I? I was born Steven Victor Tallarico in 1948 in Yonkers, New York.

I nearly ejaculated.