You're not going to believe this

So I'm driving home in a traffic jam Wednesday night when Terry calls to tell me that a guy named Drew from "The Price Is Right" left a message and wants me to call him back about my apperance on the show. Hmmmm, strange. So she gives me the guy's number in Los Angeles and I dial it, wondering what the heck this could possibly be about.

Drew answers his phone, and when I tell him who I am, he thanks me for calling back and says, "I'm about to be your best friend." It turns out he's correct in this assertion.

Apparently, after my episode aired last Friday, CBS' viewer relations department received several calls from people claiming that Bob had cheated me when I played Flip-Flop. This actually wasn't news to me, because several of you had pointed out a mistake on Bob's part while he was explaining the game.

In a nutshell, as Bob was flipping and flopping the two squares on the Flip-Flop game board, at one point he had them set to what turned out to be the correct price of the sauna ($5,254). And at that moment he said to me, "Now you don't want to leave them like this." In essence, he was saying, "This isn't the correct price of the sauna," when in fact it was.

Now as I've said several times, I never even noticed that Bob had done this until people pointed it out to me and I saw it on TV. So to be honest, I wasn't at all influenced by it, and I told Drew as much. His response was that it didn't matter -- a mistake had been made "and we want to make things right."

Sooooooooo......Drew gave me two options. CBS could either send me the sauna, or else they could send me a check for their cost for the sauna. Their cost is actually much lower than the retail price stated on the air, but I decided that taking the money was the smart, most convenient move. So sometime today (Friday, as I type this), CBS is going to cut and mail me a check in the amount of $2,542.

Yep, $2,542, and all because some uptight "Price Is Right" viewers called on my behalf and complained to the network. Isn't that hilarious? I never would have complained myself, but some old lady in Idaho probably raised enough of a stink that I'm gonna get the cash. As I've been saying, that's a perfectly bizarre ending to what has been a bizarre experience from start to finish.

As many of you know, Terry and I are leaving on a getaway weekend to Las Vegas in three weeks, so our little windfall will more than cover the cost of that trip. With the remaining cash I'm thinking about getting a nice laptop computer, but we'll see. If I do that, I can honestly say that I went on "The Price Is Right" and won four guitars, a trip to Vegas and a laptop. Not bad, eh?

Yeah, I lost on the replay, too

So that was a strange experience. Watching myself on the show this morning, that is. Definitely a little strange. And in all honestly, a little painful, too. I've had two people tell me that it was like watching Titanic: A little part of you keeps thinking, "Well, maybe the ship won't sink this time." In the end, it still sinks. And in the end, my Showcase Showdown bid was still about $2 million less than what it should have been.

OK, I'm exaggerating. Still, it would have been nice to have won the whole thing, as I thought I had done for a few minutes there near the end of the show. Apparently there was a crowd of people from work crowded into my office to watch it (I have one of the few TV's in the entire Foundation). I, of course, was at home watching it with Terry, Melanie and Jack. And I get to relive the pain again tonight when we have some family and neighbors come over for a TPIR party. Oh joy!

My News-Herald article ran today with a fun picture of me surrounded by the guitars. They don't post entertainment stories on their web site, though, so I can't link you to it. You'll have to shell out 50 cents and buy a copy of the paper, if you're so inclined.

Anyway, after tonight, about the only TPIR-related thing left to do will be to decide the fate of the four guitars. Terry is leaning toward keeping one and then putting one other on eBay, just to see what the response is. We might go that route. Whatever money we raise from selling the guitars will likely go toward a family shopping spree/Chuck E. Cheese excursion. Let the good times roll, eh?

Show Week Update

Yeah, so the guitars were delivered on Friday, and of course the kids love them all. Well, actually, Chloe really loves the Atomic Pink bass and Jared seems to have taken a liking to the white 12-string. Elissa is partial to the 6-string, I think. We STILL don't know if we're keeping any or all of them. Let's get through the actual show first, then we'll figure it out.

Speaking of which, we're only a little more than 75 hours from air time as I type this. I went to The News-Herald yesterday to have my picture taken (surrounded by the guitars, of course) for an article I'm writing for them. It will appear in Friday's paper and will be a first-person account of my Price Is Right experience, similar to what I wrote after doing Millionaire four years ago.

I'm staying home from work Friday morning to watch the show with Terry, Jack and Melanie. Then we'll have some family and neighbors over Friday night for a TPIR party, complete with pizza, cake, and of course a viewing of the show. It ought to be fun.

Oh, and one more thing....go Elissa!

The guitars are coming

So a woman from Daisy Rock Guitars called today to talk about my forthcoming prizes. It seems that two of the guitars I won aren't in stock, so she asked if they could send alternatives. Apparently what we'll be receiving are:

- A white 12-string
- A "Venus," cream-colored 6-string
- An atomic pink bass
- A "violet burst" bass

So that's two basses, a 12-string and a standard 6-string electric. I still don't know what we're going to do with them, but I'll probably need to decide soon because it sounds as if the guitars are going to arrive only a week or two after the show airs.

Hey, come to think of it, I'll bet I can find a photo or two from the Daisy web site. Hold on a second while I go and check...






OK, I was able to find images of the two bass guitars, at least. This is the atomic pink:



And this is the violet burst:



Those are, um, interesting. I'll bet the other two are equally, er, colorful.

I did find a Daisy 12-string listed on Amazon.com, and it IS white, so maybe this is what we'll be getting there:



I think I also found the Venus 6-string, but I can't get the image to post, so here's a link, if you're interested:
http://www.daisyrock.com/products/stardust/elite_venus.htm

Anyway, air date is two weeks from today. I've decided to stay home in the morning and watch the show live with Terry, then go into work in the afternoon. We'll have some family over that night to watch a taped version of the show and have pizza. Good times.

This has nothing to do with The Price Is Right...

...but since I don't maintain a general write-anything-I-want blog anymore, I'll just put it here, because I think it's kind of cool. Elissa won her middle school spelling bee this morning. She beat out 11 other contestants in front of an audience that included essentially the entire school plus parents/relatives of the spellers. Those who read the old "They Call Me Daddy" blog might remember that she finished third last year as a 6th-grader, which I thought was pretty good considering that half of the other contestants were older than she was (7th- and 8th-graders).

Anyway, this year the final two spellers were Elissa and this 5th-grade girl who was really good. I mean, she was scary good, to the point that it was almost shocking that she missed a word. The bookies in Vegas have already made her the favorite to unseat Elissa in next year's spelling bee...

The victory qualifies Elissa to compete in the tri-county spelling bee on Feb. 22. I have no idea where it's being held, but I do know that the winner of that competition will go on to the granddaddy of spelling bees -- the Scripps National Spelling Bee in Washington D.C., which I think is held in March. Quite honestly, Elissa probably isn't of the caliber that you need to be to get past the tri-county level, but I told her that a good goal might be to survive two rounds there.

OK, that's enough parental bragging. Regarding the Price Is Right, the only thing left to note that might be of any interest is the fact that I'll be writing an article about my experience for The News-Herald. I imagine it will run in the paper the same day the episode airs (Friday, Feb. 16). They'll probably run a little brief the day before just letting people know that I'll be on.

As always, thanks for reading. And thanks especially for putting up with me trumpeting my daughter's achievement to the world...

Imagine if I had done something actually noteworthy

My good buddy Sarah Crump at the Cleveland Plain Dealer was nice enough to lead off her column this morning with a little item about my "Price Is Right" adventure. She even gave the address of this blog. Had I known she was going to do that, I would have tidied the place up a little bit. Oh well.

Anyway, you can click here if you're interested in reading what Sarah wrote.

The rundown - Part II - Come on down? Me?

So the show starts, everyone's screaming, we have great seats, and life couldn't get much better at this point, ya know? The noise is pretty overwhelming, which is why they actually hold up cue cards with the names of the first four contestants on them (because you probably won't be able to hear the announcer call your name over all the din).

The first contestant called up was sitting right in front of me. I had talked to her earlier. She was from Hawaii and her name, I believe, was something like Georgialyn. She and her husband went nuts, and she got up to take her place on Contestants Row. Then I believe a woman was called down, but I can't remember who it was (Brenda? I'm drawing a blank.) The third person called was John, a kid from New Orleans who will play a more significant role in this tale later on.

And then it happened. After John made his way to the front, the stage manager dropped the cue card with John's name to reveal...one with my name on it. There it was in big block letters: "Scott Tennant." Hey, come to think of it, they let me keep the cue card and take it home. Here's a picture of me holding it the night I got home:



Notice I also have my handy dandy "Price Is Right" name tag in that photo, too. That's a great souvenir if I've ever seen one.

Anyway, I remember faintly hearing Rich Fields yell out, "Scott Tennant, come on down!" But it would be a few seconds before I would actually "come on down." First I jumped up out of my seat and yelled something I can't even recall. Then I turned around and started screaming toward the people behind me. I have no idea why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Somewhere in there I also jumped up and down and yelled a few more things. It's pretty much a blur, but I know there was a shot of adrenaline and some extreme happiness thrown in there.

Then it occurred to me that I probably should take my place with the other contestants, so I tripped and stumbled my way down the row to get to the aisle. When I got there I made the short sprint to Contestants Row and immediately got one or two of my competitors into a big hug. We were all just so happy to be there, I think we were delirious.

Of course, if you've ever watched "The Price Is Right," you know that Bob gets introduced immediately after the fourth contestant (me) is called down. But I didn't see or hear any of it. I was too busy celebrating to notice that Mr. B was suddenly on the stage right in front of me, holding that famous long microphone. I remember thinking, "Where the @*$%?! did he come from?" And just as quickly, there was Bob saying something about "the first item up for bids."

Bids? Bids?!? Yeah, that's right, we had to bid on something. You're so pumped about being called down that you forget there's a game to be played. One of the Barker Beauties brought out a display of four electric guitars, the description of which I didn't even catch (it was still hard to hear Rich Fields talking). And since I was the last contestant called down, I had to make the first bid on them. I assume Bob said something like, "Scott, you're our first bidder," but I never heard it...he was just looking at me all of the sudden.

Now this is where my extensive "Price Is Right" research paid off a little. As you'll recall, I had made pages and pages of notes in the previous weeks, jotting down various prizes, their prices, game strategies, showcase totals, etc. And I distinctly remembered a set of four electric guitars being offered for $1,999 (it stood out in my mind because I had thought they were a little overpriced). So I was going to bid something like $1,900.

But just before I was about to make my bid, I heard a woman behind me say, in a very authoratative tone, "That is $2,100." She sounded so sure of herself that I just blurted out that exact amount as my bid, not really even thinking as I did it. Bob then went down the row and got the others' bids. I didn't catch them all, but I think someone bid $2,000 and someone else went with $1,800 or something. Then Bob pulled out his little card and announced the actual retail price as $2,147 (or maybe it was $2,164...again, can't recall), and pointed at me as the winner.

By this time, I was past the "you've got to be kidding me" stage. Everything was so strange that actually winning the first item up for bids barely phased me. I'm pretty sure I walked up the correct set of stairs to the stage (you're supposed to take the stairs on the left, because that's where the cameras are trained...there's even a little notice on the console in front of you telling you which way to go), and lo and behold, I was suddenly shaking hands with one Bob Barker - King of Game Show Hosts and Master of All Things Priced.

I had thought ahead about the exact words I would use if I got to meet Bob, and so I said to him, "Mr. Barker, sir, it's an honor." He replied that it was very nice of me to say that, then indicated I should stand on his right side, rather than his left. They brought out the pricing game I would play, which turned out to be Flip-Flop.

Flip-Flop isn't a classic or even especially well-liked TPIR game. I would classify it among the space fillers that take up time until they bring out the cool games like Plinko or Cliffhangers (i.e., The Little Yodeling Guy Game). But hey, what did I care? I was standing on the "Price Is Right" stage with a chance to win another decent prize. If I had to play Flip-Flop, then so be it.

Flip-Flop is pretty simple. You're shown a prize, and then you're shown two rotating squares with numbers on them. You have to flip the squares to show what you believe to be the correct price of the prize. In my case, the prize was a nice sauna, which I immediately tabbed as a $5,000 or so item (an assessment that would turn out to be correct).

Here's the only photo of Flip-Flop I could find on Google Images. It's not a huge image, but it gives you an idea of what the game looks like:



When they brought the Flip-Flop board out, the first square had "25" on it, while the second read "45." So that would be a price of $2,545, if I were to just leave the two squares as they were. I would have to decide whether to flip the first square (thus changing it from "25" to "52"), the second square (changing it from "45" to "54"), both squares, or neither square.

Right away I knew it was probably wise to flip the first square, since a price of $5,200 made a lot more sense for a sauna than a price of $2,500. So I flipped it, turned to the audience and immediately saw they approved. Then came the hard decision. Was the price $5,245 or $5,254? It was really a toss-up, and you can argue that it's almost unfair to make someone take a 50-50 guess in order to win a game (I mean, the difference in the two prices is only nine dollars...how should I or anyone else know for sure how much a sauna is down to the last dollar?)

Anyway, the majority of the audience seemed to be saying that I should leave the second two numbers as they were, thus making my official guess $5,245. (I do remember seeing one lady in the back of the studio frantically waving that I should flop the second square, but I decided to go with the consensus and leave it alone).

So at that point, Bob leaned over and acted like he was going to hit the red button to reveal the correct price of the sauna, but then he stood up, looked at me, and said, "Do you know, I hit this button last week and cut myself right here on my hand?" He showed me his hand, which wasn't really cut but it made for good schtick. I said something like, "That's terrible, Bob," and he agreed. He then asked if I wanted to hit the button myself, which is pretty funny in that he's essentially saying, "It's better for you, the lowly contestant, to get injured doing this instead of me, the royal host."

Anyway, I said that sure, I would love to do it. So I hit the button, the correct price came up, and....I was wrong. The actual retail price of the sauna was $5,254. Who knew? I made the wrong guess, but I wasn't really all that disappointed. I knew I would be coming back later to spin the big wheel, which is every "Price Is Right" fan's dream.

During the ensuing commercial break they sat me down in the front row chairs on the left side of the studio. They keep that row open for contestants who are waiting to go back on stage. While the second contestant (Georgialyn) played her pricing game, I was asked to fill out a contestant release form. I didn't feel all that nervous, but my hand was shaking hard enough that it was difficult to write.

As it turned out, all three of us who were contestants on the first half of the show lost our pricing games. So when we took the stage to spin the wheel, we were placed in descending order of the value of the prizes we had won on Contestants Row. Georgialyn was first because she had won a motorcycle. I was second, and one other person (who I just can't seem to remember, though it might have been the mysterious "Brenda" I mentioned earlier) was third. I can't wait to watch the actual show on Feb. 16 to fill in the blanks in my memory.

I also can't remember if it took her one or two spins to do it, but Georgialyn ended up with a score of 70 cents. Not bad, but not unbeatable, either. Bob then asked me to step forward and try my hand at it. I grabbed one of the metal handles on the side of the wheel and gave it a whirl. And let me say, that thing is pretty big and bulky. It takes a good effort to get it to go around two or three times, and I can understand why some older folks have trouble getting it to make even one complete revolution.

I think I got it to go around almost three times, and it finally stopped on 60 cents. "Drat," I thought, "odds are I'm going to go over now." Just before my second spin, as I turned my back to him, Bob noticed the writing on the back of my shirt, and he said something like, "Look at his shirt. It says, 'Mommy needs a hot tub.'" And I thought, "Yeah, Bob, but did you notice the front? The back doesn't mean much without the front (the picture of my kids holding the sign reading, 'Daddy needs a new car.)'"

Anyway, as my second spin was slowing down, it looked as if the wheel was going to stop on 90 cents, which would have put me way, way over the $1 target. But amazingly, it had enough momentum to go one click beyond the 90-cent space and land on...25 cents. Sixty and twenty-five make 85 cents, which put me into the lead. Yikes! Now this was getting serious. I was just one more contestant away from a spot in the Showcase Showdown!

So the last contestant spun the wheel, and I think she went over, but had a shot at beating me on her second spin. Something like that. The point was, I had won the first half and was going to play for the big prizes at the end of the show. Again, the realization of that fact barely moved me. I remember a similar feeling when I was on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire." You're suddenly in "Game Show Mode," and the scope of what you're doing utterly escapes you. You could have told me I had just won a million dollars and I would have said, "Really? Cool."

First, though, I had to sit through the second half of the show, in which all three contestants did very well. All three won their pricing games, including John, the kid who had been called down in the initial group with me. He won the very last item up for bids, then proceded to win his pricing game (earning trips to Montreal and Matzalan) and to spin $1 on the wheel (earning a $1,000 bonus).

Another contestant during that second half was Michael, the crazy guy from Rochester with whom Dave and I had made fast friends. He played the Checkout Game and, despite being utterly ignorant when it comes to grocery prices, managed to win a sofa, love seat and jade globe.

At this point, I should mention that the taping of the show is almost done in real time. The commercial breaks are only a little longer than they will be when the show actually airs. During those breaks, Bob takes questions from the audience, and he always has some witty response ready. It's obvious he gets essentially the same questions almost every day. My two favorites:

AUDIENCE MEMBER: What will happen to the show after you retire?
BOB: The show and all television will cease to exist when I retire.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: What will you do after you retire?
BOB: I have a rocking chair, so I'll sit in that and wear a shawl that a former lady friend gave to me. On one side of me will be my dog, and on the other side I'll have a bottle of tequila.

He also mentioned that they wanted to make a sequel to the movie "Happy Gilmore," but Adam Sandler's doctors wouldn't allow him to take another beating (which only makes sense if you've actually seen "Happy Gilmore," in which Bob makes a cameo appearance.)

During the course of the show, two different games malfunctioned (1/2 Off and Michael's Checkout Game). When that happens, they stop tape and try to fix whatever is wrong. In both instances, Bob spotted the errors right away and helped set things straight. The guy might be 83 years old, but when it comes to the show itself, he's sharp as a tack.

Anyway, because John won his half of the show by spinning a dollar on the wheel, he would take on me in the Showcase Showdown. He was a far bigger winner than I was, so he had the option of bidding or passing on the first showcase. Before it started, though, they brought both of us up on stage and stood us behind our respective podiums (me behind red, John behind blue). Roger Dobkowitz, the long-time producer of the show, came over to talk to us a little about what was going to happen. He told John that while he had the option of passing the first showcase to me, that move is always a gamble. Sometimes, the second showcase is actually worth less than the first.

I should mention here that John's head was spinning throughout all of this. You could tell he just couldn't comprehend what was happening. He was a nice kid, though, so I leaned over and told him to take a deep breath and enjoy what was going on. In retrospect, I should have found a way to turn up the pressure on him even more...

John's showcase consisted of a trip to New England, a camper, and a Dodge Ram truck. He bid $37,000, causing the audience to release a collective groan. Most people in that studio figured he had bid too much, including me. As far as I was concerned, all I had to do was put in a really low bid for my showcase and I would end up winning the whole thing. Admittedly, that thought made me pretty excited.

My showcase featured a nice dinette set, Noritake dinnerware service for 12 (I think), and a Dodge Magnum car. I figured the actual retail price was in the range of $25,000, but as I said, I didn't want to come anywhere near overbidding. So I gave my bid as $20,100...don't ask me where I pulled that particular number from.

When we returned from the commercial break, Bob revealed the actual retail price of my showcase first. It was $29,995, leaving my bid $9,895 under. That's pretty bad, but I really wasn't that worried. I was convinced that John had gone over. But when Bob read the price of John's showcase, it was a little over $38,000, a difference of only a little more than a thousand bucks. John had won. I congratulated him and was led off the stage while John celebrated with his friends and the Barker Beauties. The one thing that makes me feel OK about it is that, even if I had known how close John's bid was, I never would have come that close to the price of my own showcase. Even my best bid would have been $4,000 or so short, so I wasn't going to win anyway.

After the show ended, all of us who had won anything were led to a room behind the studio to fill out paperwork concerning our prizes. One sheet was an "Acknowledgement of Prizes," while another was our contestant release form, another was in case we wanted to forfeit any prizes, and the last was a postcard we need to send in if our prizes don't arrive by May 16 (three months after the air date of the show).

Many people have asked me about the tax implications of winning on "The Price Is Right." Simply put, I'll receive a 1099-MISC form from CBS this time next year, indicating that I won $2,164 in prizes on the show. I'll have to pay taxes on that amount.

After I signed my forms, I found myself in the flow of people walking down the stairs and out of the studio. Many congratulated me and told they thought I had won the Showcase Showdown. Like me, they were surprised that John's showcase was as expensive as it was. I then met up with Dave and we went to the hotel to make phone calls back home to spread the news (and speaking of the hotel, they have a wall of fame of "Price Is Right" winners in their lobby...they took a Polaroid picture of me and enshrined me in that special group of people). Later we went to Johnny Rockets restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

I've told this story -- in mercifully condensed form -- several times in the past week, and no matter the person to whom I was speaking, I've been saying the same thing: This whole adventure was never about the money or the prizes. It was about seeing a taping of a show I had been watching since the mid-70's, and maybe even becoming a contestant. I got to do both, which is far more than I could have asked for.

As for the guitars, many people have been asking what we're going to do with them. They're Daisy guitars, which as it turns out are guitars made with little girls in mind. The size of the guitars is geared to that demographic, as are the color and shapes of the instruments. Terry and I haven't talked about it much in depth, but I suspect that most (if not all) of the guitars will end up on eBay. The problem is, there are lots of Daisy guitars for sale there, and most don't sell at all because people are asking too much. From what I can see, you've got to be willing to accept a price of $150 to $200 for each guitar if you want them to move.

Anyway, that's pretty much it. The show is scheduled to air on Friday, Feb. 16. We'll probably have a little get-together at the house that day, though I'm not sure whether it will be during the day as we watch the show live, or at night as we watch a taped version. Either way, I'm looking fowward to it.

Finally, this last picture has nothing to do with anything discussed above, but I wanted to find a way to post it because I just love it so much. I'm sure Jack will love it, too, when he's older...



Thanks for reading! (NOTE: I'll leave the blog up until after the show airs, adding a post or two here or there as events warrant.)