Well, six readers, I am officially blue.
Today was a very sad day. Today is the day that I realized my dream will never come true. Today was the last taping of the Price is Right. And now I will never be able to see it. Sure, I can go to the crappy Vegas live show, but without my good friend, Bob, what’s the point?
Oh, Bob, why didn’t you ever do a road show like Wheel of Fortune? Milwaukee wasn’t fancy enough for you? Well, not all of us can afford to jet off to LA to be in your live studio audience, Bob. Did you ever think of us? Huh? Did ya? Obviously not. And now we will never get to experience Plinko, or Beat the Clock, or my personal favorite, Hole in One (OR TWO).
I also liked Cliff Hanger a lot because sometimes you’d get a real moron playing that one and that always made for a good time.
But the show has been ripped from all of us now and there is nothing any of us can do about it because apparently Bob decided to be a selfish asshole and think about only himself.
I’m sorry, Bob. I didn’t mean it. Please come back, Bob. I promise I will be good. Please? Please, come back?