
While in complete control of my own destiny, I got bounced out of the first round of my Champions Wildcard Tournament on a Final Jeopardy question that I would guess correctly probably 9 days out of 10. I snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. What the heck happened?
Since the moment I stepped off stage, I’ve been trying to piece together how exactly I got my Final Jeopardy wrong. I felt confident about The Catholic Church as a category, and considering the question was really more about European history, it should have been well within my wheelhouse. How the heck did I get it wrong? Unfortunately, I can’t remember exactly what happened, but I think I’m pretty close.
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