The hard part is over. Whether I make the show or not, I HAD to at least try out for “Deal or No Deal”. Especially after being chosen for Wheel of Fortune last year. They have to pick someone.
Monday night at 6pm, I staked out my spot, with about 30 people in front of me, outside the Hickory Point Mall. With a camping chair, a raincoat, and 8 umbrellas I borrowed from our church, I sat. And positioned my umbrella. And sat. And repositioned my chair and umbrella. And passed out umbrellas to others who needed a larger or functional umbrella. I got on the news, and in the news, and in the news.
The night was full of low temperatures, cold rain, powerful winds, and time spent with people who I wouldn’t normally get to sit down with for long under normal circumstances. It was fun. My father-in-law saved me by giving me a few toe/hand warmers from his store, MC Sports. They really did help me survive the night. My brother-in-law added to the help by delivering some Culver’s and my sleeping bag around 9:30pm…without that meal/warmth, I would’ve been in trouble. My incredible wife made some brownies, and told me to pack a few snacks…but like an idiot I said “I’ll be fine…the less I bring, the better.”
At 5:30am, we were allowed inside without the luxury of our chairs, but with the luxury of HEAT. I was too energized by a night with no sleep, and this new movement towards what was to come, to stay penned in for long. Thankfully, people held my spot, as I walked around trying to find people I knew. More hours passed. Time was near.
Finally, 1pm, the time had come. 10 of us at a time. We were told we had 20 seconds to talk about ourselves, and basically “sell” why we’d be good for the show. I made it through the first round, and waited in a smaller line again. Same thing. New materials were sold. I was allowed to go home.
Is it over? Not sure. I’ve heard even people who get sent home from the first round have been called 2 weeks later. I think I did well…I was myself. Time will tell. In any case, it was a rush, met some great people, and hopefully was used by God a bit in the process of it all.
I’m thankful for a wife who will still allow me to do stupid stuff like this, even though it meant a long night of stuffy noses, cries, and dirty diapers all on her own. Next time she wants to do something crazy…I owe her big.