Brew ha ha
I'm a big fan of the game show "Jeopardy." Of course I would never make it through the rigorous test to make it on the show. I'm no Mensa material and they usually don't have categories like "Latin names of plants."
Other categories I would enjoy would be "Things that are purple," "Songs you sang in Girl Scouts" and "Famous places in Italy."
Tommy is a bit peeved when I watch that show.
When we were first going out I made a point that I didn't like watching television. I literally put the backside of my hand to my brow and said in a Scarlet O'Hara accent: "It will be the beginning of the end if we sit around at night and watch TV."
I think he got the point and really wanted to win me over, so we almost never watched TV.
Gasp --- we sat around and talked and talked, played board games, took walks.
This romantic ritual went on for a year.
Then one night we got in a fight and I purposely turned on the TV to tune out the baloney we were arguing about. It was a big statement/mistake on my part.
I can remember in slow motion the night I walked over to the TV and turned it on, feeling defiant and powerful. BIG MISTAKE.
Of course, one of those "CSI" shows was on and he was instantly hooked.
He couldn't get enough of it.
Quickly I learned that there is a "CSI" show almost every night of the week. The shows always start out with some wild college girls dancing, mostly scantily clad, and then grotesque crime scenes with dead, scantily-clad women's dead bodies and important fact-finding fibers strewn all over their lingerie.
I've put up with this, for the most part, and either bake or make phone calls to girlfriends to show my dissatisfaction.
I don't think he notices my subtle protests until the commercials are on.
So, I feel totally justified in watching "Jeopardy."
There's no violence on "Jeopardy," unless the category is "War crimes from the 20th Century," or "Historic barbarism."
It's only a half hour so I consider it an innocent pleasure.
But I must admit I'm pretty rude about it.
Heck, if I have to bake or talk on the phone through "CSI," he can make it through a half hour of Alec Trebek.
I stand about six feet away from the 20-inch TV and blurt out the answers so I feel smart when I actually know the answer.
There shall be no interruptions during "Jeopardy."
When my mother calls during "Jeopardy" I tell her to phone back at 7:52.
Somehow she understands.
I know the answer about 1/1800th of the time, and then I feel pretty good about myself, because you have to be a child prodigy, a genius, an Internet geek or reincarnation of Einstein to do well on that show.
Wednesday they had a category "drafts." It was about beer. Tommy was at work so he didn't have to suffer through Heather standing in front of the TV and blurting out answers.
The $800 question Wednesday was "This pale ale from a brewery in Chico California is named after what mountain range."
We made the map.
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I was so excited I didn't know who to call.
Our home town made "Jeopardy."
If I had Ken Grossman on speed dial I would have called him at 7:47 p.m.
Funny, nobody on the show knew the answer. I felt equally smug when the contestants were slow to know an Irish stout from Ireland --- duh --- Guinness.