Why Not Waylon?

Many years ago, when I was a wee idiot at the University of Colorado, I was on a team in the Annual Trivia Bowl Competition. A geek-fest that featured competitors from all over the country, the Trivia Bowl was, along with Alferd Packer Days and Jed Smock's salvation visitation, a campus rite of spring. My teammates and I saw it as an opportunity to act as if we were smarter than anyone else and drink free beer. For me, the best parts of the Bowl (besides beer) were the oh so witty monikers the teams devised for themselves. Obscure references couched in unnecessarily long, sometimes clever, pun-filled names enabled teams to show their hipper-than-thou credentials in much the same way Dennis Miller has eked out a generally undeserved career for many years.

A few...
Herpes, the Love Bug
Fed Up With People
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Oprah Winfrey
Mixed Up Zombies Sing, "I Can't Get No Putrifaction
Don't Share Pee-wee's Buttered Popcorn
Bill Clinton Stops to Smell the Flowers
Cape Zamfir

Our team that year, playing off the popular art-film of the time and the inexplicable fame of a talentless sex kitten, called ourselves, My Dinner with Pia Zadora. In a drunken stupor, from far too much of the free beer, we had our trivial asses handed to us by a much better team of geeks. They eventually made it all the way to the finals.

That much better team's name was, Why Buddy Holly, Why Not Waylon?.

49 years ago today a plane crashed near Mason City, Iowa.

No one on board survived.