So, here it was. August 17, 2000. My wife was uncomfortably pregnant, and yet felt compelling to clean the house. Because we were going to have two TVs full of Millionaire, and a room full of people who had no idea what was going to happen. I mean, some of them pieced together parts. There were those who had put 2 and 2 together, and realized that I was on two episodes - that only happens if you are the carryover contestant. But those who didn't know about that little piece i.e. who were not lifelines were in for a huge shock.
31 August 2011
30 August 2011
29 August 2011
So, here we were. I was a big fat loser in New York City. I had blown my big chance. And it all seemed so unfair! My answer wasn't wrong.
26 August 2011
Linda and I were whisked away to our own private dressing room. OK, it was more like a very large closet, but it did the trick. We needed to quickly change to uphold the illusion that this was all occurring 3 days later, not 30 minutes.
25 August 2011
22 August 2011
The 6am wakeup call came waaaaay too early for me. I am not a morning person. Nevertheless, Linda got up and showered, and I did the same after her. Linda and I gathered our things, including our two clothing changes - we were to carry them both other - they had been approved the night before - and a book and shirt I wanted Regis to sign. We then went downstairs to discover we were among the first to arrive at the van to take us to WABC studios.
As many of you are aware, I was on a game show in August 2000. It was a small production, called "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire," starring a little-known daytime talk show host named Regis Philbin.