I waffled on the show. I like the format well enough (though obviously there have been some challenges figuring out how exactly the game would be played, not to mention the technical/logistical glitches). But I’m a busy guy, and New York is 3,000 miles away, and would they want me anyway?
This morning I woke up to a phone call. Yes, they wanted me. In prime time. On Monday. When could I catch a plane?
I couldn’t say no. I love game shows, even imperfect ones. I sent in some paperwork and had a plane ticket in my inbox by the time I sat down to brunch with my family.
But an hour later, as the server was clearing our plates, my phone rang again. It was casting. There had been a “miscommunication.” The network, for unspecified reasons, was not willing to fly “trivia champions” in for the show. I couldn’t imagine why not, as they’ve been flying in suspiciously telegenic “Line Jumpers” of many other descriptions. But evidently not me. I could fly myself to New York if I like, they said. I wouldn’t even have to wait in line.
I told them thanks but no thanks and went back into the restaurant, a little relieved that I wasn’t going to have to miss the Seahawks-Niners game tomorrow after all.
So that’s the (non-)story of why you won’t be seeing me on Million Second Quiz this week. But for about an hour, I thought NBC had talked me into it.
That’s even less time than they gave Conan O’Brien!