Remember how when you were in grade school the teachers would always ask you to write some stupid essay about "My most embarrassing moment?" It took me until my adult years befor I finally came up with a decent story. Read it and share yours, if you like.
It happened years ago when I was on national TV on a game show called Split Second. It was one of those shows where three people compete to see who can buzz in the fastest and answer the question. It was a tight game.
As we came into the final round, I was third in the standings, which meant that I had to answer three questions to have a shot at winning a new car. The guy in second place had to answer two questions, and the leader only had to answer one.
The competition and the prospect of a new car got my adrenalin pumping and I was determined that nobody was going to beat me to the buzzer in the challenge round.
The first question came. I was first on the buzzer and nailed it.
The second question came. Again, I was first on the buzzer and nailed it. At this point, it was a dead heat between me and the leader. One question would decide everything. My wife and family were in the studio audience on the edge of their seats.
Then the third question came.
Once again, I jumped on the buzzer and was first in. My reflexes were like greased lightning. The question was: What is the astrological sign for Gary Cooper's birthday (May 7)?
I have to confess I have no real interest in astrology and, with only a second to think, I said "Sagittarius". Wrong! I blew the question, and the chance at the car. The number one guy buzzed in after me, gave the right answer and went on to take his chance at the car.
Now, you say, what is so embarrassing about missing a question about astrology on a national game show (and losing a shot at a new car in the process)?
May 7 is my wife's birthday. It has been almost thirty years and I still hear about that goddamn game show today.
Can anyone top that?