Earlier this month, I was holed up in a friend’s house as an ever-changing group of us listened to the radio and answered trivia questions for 50 (yes, five zero) hours. All across a college town in central Minnesota, hundreds of people did the same. It’s an annual bit of insanity that really is more than just a way to fight off cabin fever. My daughter grew up with these people, back when our team was hosted by her step (read: second) mom. I met my current beau there four years ago. I have been to weddings, funerals, birthday parties and fireworks displays with these people. Which all of which is made a little more insane by the fact that I don’t really like trivia that much.