HOST: “Craig you have 500 points, your next closest competitor has 100 points, there is one answer left… 2011 MLB Playoffs for 500. The answer is 2011 NL Wild card team”

Craig hit the button and asks the question with his heart, not his brain.

HOST: “Oh, your in the contestant pool. Don’t call us we’ll call you”

/saturday-night-live-george-f-wills-sports-machine

http://mlbnetwork.mlb.com/network/promotions/BBIQ.jsp

I’m pulling for the Reds’ scoreboard operator, or the Cardinals’ Manager of Stadium Tours, personally.

So, what happens on a game show (at least ones that air on 3 digit channels)?
1. You sit in a green room in a dingy hotel for 6 hours, half convinced this is secretly a scam and someone is going to steal your wallet. I should point out that this green room does have a TV…but you’re not allowed to turn it on. Some guy comes in at one point to tell you not to say “fuck” on the air please.

2. Someone hastily throws some makeup on you to cover up the bruises on your foreheard from banging your head against the wall from being in a green room with nothing to do for six hours.

3. Got into a tiny, tiny room with the other couples with a bottle of champagne because the producers realize the only chance at the show being in the least bit entertaining is if someone gets drunk enough to throw up on their spouse.

4. Play the game! Didn’t win? Don’t worry, the prize is 3 nights in a fucking Breezes resort. Pass.

5. Get hastily rushed out of the back room into the smallest room of all, where someone gives you a thing to sign to claim your consolation prize. You then just kind of wander out into the street. Not congratulations, no thanks, just “sign this” and the stares of an impatient guy wondering what you’re still doing standing there. You walk out onto the street, turn to your spouse and say: “Did I really use a personal day for this”?

Hopefully MLB network will class up the experience a wee bit.

Sounds like fun, though having the front office guys is more likely. While it would be fun to see how little players and managers know about the game’s history, I’d imagine that most wouldn’t want to risk the embarrassment.

But what I’d really like to see is a game for media guys. Imagine Peter Gammons, Vin Scully, Jayson Stark and Bill James competing in a baseball trivia contest. That would be awesome.

“Win Tony LaRussa’s Money”, with your host, Tony LaRussa…

Right Jack! So far, a set of broken cullet bars for Mrs. P’s new home. Some level mung skis and water rollers for that fun-filled open season! A stand-up goodbye preheater with a smoked window, and now….
three hundred pounds of Chef Antoine’s southern fried gligs, burned, reheated and returned to water before you’re ready, Mrs. P, and inside, look at this, two shelves where none are needed, close the door…and the light stays on!

PS – On the Waterfront. Bleeeeeng!