What I always find crazy is when they’ll have a category like “Bestsellers” or “Recent Movies” and the $1000/$2000 answer is something extremely current and/or extremely popular.
And then none of them of get it. :smack:
What I always find crazy is when they’ll have a category like “Bestsellers” or “Recent Movies” and the $1000/$2000 answer is something extremely current and/or extremely popular.
And then none of them of get it. :smack:
How about when the category is “Existentialsts” and the clue is “John Paul Sartre once spoke highly of John Doe, whose philosopher mother lived in this capital city of Oregon.”
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Plus for extra time-wasting, they’ll have a Clue Crew member recite the answer on video: “I’m in Paris, where Jean-Paul Sartre often spoke highly of John Doe…”
We put on Jeopardy at the bar in the evenings. We’ve got a mean, petite red-headed bartender who despises Trebek and seems incapable of stopping herself from cursing the screen when he puts on airs. She speaks several languages and particularly hates his accents.
I find the interviews particularly cringe-worthy. I hate the way every third contestant has to tell the fascinating story of how they met/got engaged to/married their fiance/husband/wife/whatever. I’m still waiting for a guy to get on and tell Trebek how he met his husband in a San Francisco bathhouse and that they got together because of the fabulous rimjobs. Don’t think that would get by the contestant coordinator and onto the blue card, though.
I suspect Ken Jennings will get the call when Trebek retires. I would take it as a breath of fresh air. When KJ corrects a contestant on a wrong answer, or provides one that no one knows, I would be more inclined to believe he knows the answer that when Trebek does it.
Another less likely replacement would be Jeff Probst who hosted Rock & Roll Jeopardy on MTV for a few years. They would have to work around the Survivor schedule, but I don’t think that would be insurmountable. Besides, unlike KJ, I think Probst is well on the way to perfecting the smug, stick-up-his-ass persona that Trebek mastered oh so many years ago.
In which case the category would be “Paris.”
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