A Loving Tribute to My Personal Hero
When I was little, at that age that most young boys want to be astronauts or firemen or both or maybe some kind of a gorilla, I had an entirely different dream. A more ambitious, more beautiful dream. I wanted to be something great. Something real.
I wanted to be a game show host. That was my dream. A dream that chiefly came from the shining example of one man:
Bob Barker.
I wanted to be a game show host. That was my dream. A dream that chiefly came from the shining example of one man:
Bob Barker.
And it's not just the fact that he had a super-cool microphone that I really wanted or that he was constantly surrounded by hot women -- though those were pretty big enticements -- no, Bob stood for something. He still does. He doesn't just use his stage, this show we know so well as "The Price is Right" as just a forum by which he gives people new cars or up to $10,000 cash or dinette sets that I'm sure the contestants don't really want, though, indeed those are important functions that our society need served from a soundstage in lovely Studio City.
No, my friends, Bob took it beyond that. "The Price is Right" means something. It's a striking commentary about our world today. One on which we should all focus with great concentration while we still can.
In this capitalist and competitive world, where else can we as a society learn about the overwhelming failure that one faces when going "over?" Where, dear reader, will we see so vividly expressed the struggle involved in deciphering the value of the "next item up for bids" in our lives? Should we go one above our competitors or should we lowball the competition and simply say, "one dollar, Bob?"
When our personal "showcase showdown" comes, will we be ready to spin the "big wheel" of life, death and love?
Bob is preparing us. Bob will show us the way. Also, he will make sure that our pets are spayed or neutered.
That's something we can, nay, must, all appreciate. Thank you, Bob. Thank you. I hope you live forever.
(Also, I want to reiterate that the guy is constantly surrounded by hot chicks. He's like Hugh Hefner, but without people thinking he's all pervy. What a great, great man. That's the kind of man I want to be.)
No, my friends, Bob took it beyond that. "The Price is Right" means something. It's a striking commentary about our world today. One on which we should all focus with great concentration while we still can.
In this capitalist and competitive world, where else can we as a society learn about the overwhelming failure that one faces when going "over?" Where, dear reader, will we see so vividly expressed the struggle involved in deciphering the value of the "next item up for bids" in our lives? Should we go one above our competitors or should we lowball the competition and simply say, "one dollar, Bob?"
When our personal "showcase showdown" comes, will we be ready to spin the "big wheel" of life, death and love?
Bob is preparing us. Bob will show us the way. Also, he will make sure that our pets are spayed or neutered.
That's something we can, nay, must, all appreciate. Thank you, Bob. Thank you. I hope you live forever.
(Also, I want to reiterate that the guy is constantly surrounded by hot chicks. He's like Hugh Hefner, but without people thinking he's all pervy. What a great, great man. That's the kind of man I want to be.)
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