Though the show never seemed to get past the 1970s look, it captivated me. The lights, the excitement, the cool prizes and fun games. Everyone wanted to be picked. And if your name was called - you likely did The Price Is Right tango. You looked around to get confirmation they actually said your name while simultaneously hitting your chest and stomping your feet. When enough people shook their head at you and pushed you up out of your seat, you'd stand up, stomp your feet some more and raise your arms in the air, busting out your best jazz hands. You'd shimmy your way past the other schmucks who congratulated you and hated you at the same time. When you got to the open aisle, you paused. This was your moment. Then, hands up on either side, you ran down the aisle, high-fiving the aisle-seat schmucks before making it to bidders row where the tango finale included hugging and jumping with the other lucky players who had been called before you.
It was gloriously entertaining.
On par with The Price Is Right Tango? Ryan's victory dance last night while shooting a kickball into an empty milk crate. On his first attempt, with Nate and I on opposite sides of the basement floor, he sunk the ball right into the crate. We looked at each other in amazement and gave Ryan an overdose of praise. I think he was as shocked as we were that he made it in. Add to that, both parents yelling, clapping and begging for high fives and you've given this three-year-old a glimpse of what it must be like to hear, "Ryan Bachman - Come on down! You're the next contestant on The Price Is Right."
He ate it up.
After that, each time he sunk the ball into the crate, it was like Bob Barker himself was in our basement taking auditions for the best rendition of The Price is Right tango. There was screaming, jazz hands, running, high fives and tears.
Tears?
Well, when Nate pointed out how much Ryan looked like a contestant from The Price Is Right, we couldn't help but replay the scene over and over until we were laughing so hard we were crying. All the while, Ryan was as happy as a middle-aged woman in spandex shorts and a fanny pack who just found out she had a chance to win "a new car!!!!!!"
The scene went on for about 15 minutes. And though I felt a little guilty for getting such joy out of my kid acting like a complete fool, that may be the closest he gets to feeling what it's like to be on The Price of Right. You're welcome, Ryan.
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