Prepare For Defeat, Pop Culture Nerds

Bad news, pop culture nerds: I have been recruited to enter the World Series of Pop Culture. Yes, I said recruited, and by someone with a PhD, no less. I guess that makes me an honorary PhD myself, except that instead of producing a dissertation, I know a lot about Corey Feldman. Let's not split hairs here.

I haven't actually seen this tv show, so one might think it's too early for me to declare victory. Well, one would be wrong in this case. I don't care about the format of the show, the content of the questions, or the level of competition; when it comes to ridiculous contests, nobody beats me. I am Nelson Mandela's bizarro brother: while he triumped over great adversity, I choose to triumph only the trivial and stupid. In case you're not buying my bizarro relationship with Nelson Mandela, I should point out that we also live in opposite hemispheres, and he is black while I am white. (Can anyone confirm my sneaking suspicion that he loves the smell of maple syrup?)

The WSOPC isn't an individual competition. Instead, teams match up against one another. I don't know if our team has a name yet, but I came up with a few there were appropriate for the contest:
The Haimburgulars
The One Eyed Willies
BersUrkel (must be said to be appreciated)
and most disturbingly, Mr. T Bag

Like I said, I'm not sure what's involved in this game yet, but I intend to find out. And once I do, I intend to lead Mr. T Bag to victory. Failing that, I expect to at least be provided with a bag of Skittles, compliments of VH1. If you wish to help through informal pop quizzes/tutoring, I invite you to abuse the comments section below. On to victory!