The most amazing thing happened last night. Like the tune in West Side Story – “…there’s a miracle due, coming to you, maybe tonight….maybe tonight.” (I’m paraphrasing here.) And it did!!!! Chu LOST!!! He’s gone. He’s toast. I never again have to endure his slouching, insipid yet aggressive, annoying, bloated being on my Jeopardy screen. And that look, like “I am GOD! and you all are my minions, and I’m bored as hell but this podium will hold me up just long enough so I can make lots of money, snarl at the camera, sneer at my opponents if they beat me to the buzzer, and then run to my car because I’m so much better than this.”
Jeopardy is almost like a religion to me. I don’t have the app, and I don’t have the game, but I do have the insatiable desire to test my wits every night with the ultimate quest of running a category. I love amazing myself by knowing things I don’t know. “How did you know that?” is a common question in this house. “I don’t know,” is the common answer. It’s just fun having all those “ah ha!” moments.
Chu almost destroyed that. I can’t count the number of times I simply changed the channel, not being able to bear the sight of him. I knew he was no Ken Jennings. I rooted for Ken. I learned from Ken. I admired Ken, and wanted him to win. Heck, I wanted to BE Ken.
Chu may have the book knowledge, but he’ll never convert that into anything useable that will enhance his life beyond cash. He’s too unlikable. I imagine his next greatest talent is clearing a room.