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The Joy of Jeopardy
I’ve Never Been on the Show. But I’m a Kickass “Sofa Contestant!”
With the world going to hell in a hand basket, some of my friends are turning to therapeutic shoe shopping or gobbling comfort food like pizza and ice cream to help them get by.
I’m watching “Jeopardy.”
“Jeopardy,” as you undoubtedly know, is a game show in which contestants are given answers to which they try to come up with the appropriate questions. It first aired in 1964, which means that the show is almost as old as I am. And yet, while I’ve known about the show for decades, it took my millennial nephew to get me hooked.
Because Isaac and I both work evenings, our afternoons are free. I’ll often stop by my sister’s house midday to schmooze with her and enjoy a swim in her pool. Just as often, Isaac will turn up at my sister’s house to schmooze with her and watch soccer or “Jeopardy” on her gigantic flat screen TV.
If it’s “Jeopardy,” I’ve gotten into the habit of plunking myself down on the sofa to watch along. My sister, a music teacher who is currently on sabbatical, usually joins us.
So at least once a week, you’ll find Captain, the Yorkie-poo, my nephew and my sister and myself camped out on the comfy sofa in the TV room watching Alex Trebek eloquently reading out…
