Url the gristle bear

Oh. My. God.

Last night was the annual Fiesta! party at Chris and Christy's house and it was a blast. I almost wet my pants I was laughing so hard. There's a beautiful cliche for you on this lovely Sunday morning.

The title is in reference to Rodger's sketchy skills at playing Catchphrase, which is akin to Taboo, but it's electronic and there are no lists of words that you cannot say when giving clues. Normally, once you've gotten your team to respond with the clue, you hand it to the next person, who normally doesn't even LOOK at the word you just played because he/she just presses the button and moves on to the next word.

Except.

Rodger is a retired DP, which of course stands for Distinguished Professor. Rodger had never played Catchphrase before last night. Rodger made me almost pee my pants.

First, this clue. He's clutching at his neck, feigning fear, and yelling "Bear! Bear! It's a bear!" while stomping his feet so loudly that nobody could hear the beep beep beep of the game itself. The beautiful thing about Rodger's clue-giving skills is that he just kept repeating over and over again the original clue while clutching his neck. Finally, someone yells "Grizzly bear!" and Rodger passed the game to Thomas.

Except Thomas, before hitting the button for his next word, actually noticed that the word Rodger'd been working with was gristle, not grizzly.

Lord.

The other Rodger clue was a reference to the Dixie Chicks, which I didn't get and so was glad I wasn't on his team, but eventually Cherlyn guessed "Earl." Only to find out later that the correct answer was URL (thanks, Thomas) and that Roger had no idea what a URL was. "What in Christ is an URL?" he says indignantly.

URL, dear Rodger, is a type of gristle bear.

P.S. Cherlyn's pregnant. If it's a boy, she and Bill are thinking about naming him URL.