Oh, SOOO TMFI....
Ah, no one had wars like the Fultons did (dad's side) playing Trivial Pursuit.
Good Irish-German Catholics the lot of them. (And PC support guys, Mac guys, and mainframe guys, along with their supervisorary-position wives, which didn't help) Could never, NEVER, EVER admit they were wrong. They'd challenge every card - then, they'd look up the answer in ANOTHER encyclopaedia trying to prove they were right. Half the family would end up agreeing with them ('Yeah, I remember that, too')...the half on their team, of course.
Now, the fact that just proving team B wrong would be good for team A isn't enough. No, they don't just have to prove team B wrong, they have to prove how THEY remembered the fact was correct (which also typically was different from the card's answer).
That family still mostly lives nearby in NE Ohio, so they did family reunions every month. Wife refused to let me play after going once, and refused to go after the second time - she just couldn't believe how furiously they argued.
Xander F
(Unseen Apostate Directorate of North America - Ohio order)A fanatic is one who, upon losing sight of his goals, redoubles his efforts.
--George Santayana