Born to Play

Still waiting, Ken...

It’s been two months since I took the online Jeopardy! Anytime test. They don’t say whether a response is correct or incorrect, but my sense was I fucking nailed it.  They have up to a year to contact me, so technically, I’m still waiting to be summoned to the Alex Trebek Stage for my audition, but I am honestly shocked that they haven’t already reached out.

See, I was raised a true believer in a devoutly Jeopardy! home, where Art Fleming was worshipped and answering in the form of a question was reflexive. Three times in the two months since taking the Anytime test I got Final Jeopardy right when not one of the actual contestants did. I don’t get stage fright, and I excel at banter. I have no annoying tics or affectations that I wouldn’t be able to suppress for the duration of the show’s taping.

Even though math is far from my best category (that would be Literary Fiction, followed by Actors and Their Roles) I know I still have ten months for the Jeopardy! minions to contact me, so maybe I shouldn’t be freaking out. While I’m waiting, I’ve compiled some charming anecdotes for Ken, including one involving an embarrassing situation and another about meeting a beloved celebrity.  I have enough wardrobe options to see me through to making the Tournament of Champions.  So, if you’re wondering if I’m ready for my Jeopardy! moment, the answer is obvious: what is yes.