Nameburst, Version 2.0

Where Moynihans and O'Connors meet, Nameburst ensues, and this weekend was no exception. Jill was a welcome addition to our three games on Saturday and Sunday, holding her own in a competitive field, but she didn't come away with a victory.

Pat one the first game decisively and Rob took game three with an impressive 117-116 triumph over his identical nemesis, but it was Saturday night's late game that may have changed Nameburst forever. Pat's back-to-back dismal rounds of 1 and 2 late in the game dropped him to fourth, resulting in a tie for first between Rob and me. Pat was quick to declare that the champ would be determined in a dance-off.

I won the dance-off in a unanimous decision, utilizing simple props in boogieing to REM's "What's the Frequency Kenneth?" but the ultimate winner of the evening would be Jaron, whose Jordan-like effort repeatedly brought himself and his dancemates to the next horrifying level. John Mayer, naturally, was the Pippen to Jaron's Jordan.

Then we ate pizza. Mmm... pizza.