(To preface this story, I’ll cut to the chase: I was NOT a contestant on Jeopardy!.)
They had tryouts here in Memphis about a year and a half ago. I and a few thousand other folks showed up downtown one morning to try out. You were given a sheet with 10 questions on it and a Jeopardy! pen. You sat down at a very crowded table and answered as best you could, and then just sort of made eye contact with someone working there, who would come over and grade your exam right there. Some people were given a signed sheet of paper and asked to come back the next day, and some were thanked, sent on their way, and told they could keep the pen.
Searching back through my e-mails from the time, here are the seven questions I was able to remember (answers at bottom in a spoiler box):
- Of what country is Santiago the capital?
- What writer created the detective Sam Spade?
- On what peninsula are Romania and Bulgaria?
- What salad is made with grapes, apples, walnuts, and mayonnaise?
- What Francis Ford Coppola film was based in part on Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”?
- What 19th-century president had the middle name “Birchard”?
- The star Betelgeuse is the second-brightest in what “hunter” constellation?
I got nine right (missed #6 above because I didn’t think of the middle initial “B”) and was asked to come back the next day. Interestingly, a male friend of mine got eight questions right and was NOT asked back, while a female friend of mine also got eight right and WAS asked back. I suppose one must bear in mind that they’re casting a TV show, not looking for the most perfect group of quizzers.
Anyhoo, when I came back the following day, there were maybe 120 people who had passed the first day. We were given answer sheets with 50 blanks, and a recording of Johnny Gilbert reading 50 fairly difficult questions in rapid succession was played for us; there was one question every eight seconds as I recall, and we wrote down the answers as best we could.
The answer sheets were taken out of the room, and while they were graded we all just sort of sat around for a while. They came back in fairly quickly and read the names of those of us who had gotten above some threshhold–for some reason I’m thinking it was 37 out of 50. I was in the group who got to stay.
Those of us who’d passed stuck around, and the others left. We did the mock-Jeopardy! thing with buzzers and so on, and our pictures were taken and we gave our names and contact info, etc. I bragged to my friends for a couple days, then forgot all about it.
About six months later, Jeopardy! called; it was October 10, 2003, and they wanted me to fly out and be on the show on November 10, one month later. Unfortunately, I had to be on a business trip that week and couldn’t do it. The guy expressed his regret and said they’d probably call me back, but they never did.
Damn, I’m bitter about that stupid business trip.
Answers to the questions above:
1. Chile
2. Dashiell Hammett
3. The Crimean
4. Waldorf Salad
5. “Apocalypse Now”
6. Rutherford B. Hayes
7. Orion