Due to a stop work order, the regular pub quiz spot on Smith Street was closed. This left X, Thunder Laura and I to seek out dry shelter on a rainy night in Brooklyn . Comforted by warmth, food, and drink, we entertained ourselves. I was gifted a wig which Santa left on her rounds the previous Saturday. We made up our own questions learning that geography is not X's strong suit. We watched busboys having snow fights. And the topic turned to the nickname question which became a focal point.

In the back room of a restaurant bar on 4th Avenue the Ty breaker was decided. Of the 15 plus contenders, Tynamite and Thunder Tys remained. Personally, I was leaning towards Tynamite. X and Laura disagreed as did the the Brazilian patron who chose Thunder Tys. When the names were boomed from deep within my lungs there was no doubt. Thunderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Tys claimed victory over Tynamite.