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‘Price is Right’ fans brave weather, roads for Paducah show

Posted on February 27, 2015

It’s not the destination but the journey, as the old saying goes.

Well, both were pretty darned interesting Friday, when I traveled to Paducah to attend “The Price is Right Live.”

And, let me say that neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow or a mixture of all of the above at the same time can kept fans from coming on down for fun and excitement.

You might ask why someone would drive through an ice storm, stand in line for hours and fight through a crowd of loud, excitable people. To play Plinko, of course.

Plinko is my favorite game, where you can win $50,000 on “The Price is Right” television show. The amount was pared down to $2,500 for the stage version of the show, which doesn’t feature Drew Carey and is not televised.

But, you would never know it was not the real thing by the throng of people who filled The Carson Center. Most of the crowd arrived three hours before the show, and that’s when the party started.

Many of The Price is Righters continued the tradition of making special T-shirts for the show, featuring every color of the rainbow and then some.

My group of nine wore neon green T-Shirts proclaiming “Price is Right or Bust.” All of us — except the lone male in the group — sported neon-green nail polish. My mother’s shirt was a little different: “I’m 80, and I want to go on down before I go on up,” it read.

A woman wore a bright orange shirt saying “Pick Him.” The man standing beside her had the same orange shirt but his shirt simply said “Him.” A man’s blinding yellow shirt read, “Pick The Wife.” The woman with him had the same color shirt with the words, “I’m The Wife”

The host of the show, Pat Finn, probably best known as the host of “The Joker’s Wild,” not only warmed the crowd up but mingled with audience members, shaking hands, getting hugs and, of course, posing for selfies.

People screamed, people yelled, people went crazy waving their arms and jumping up and down, and that was before anyone’s name was called to come up on stage.

Once people were selected to play the actual games, contestants went into another gear as far as yelling, jumping and arm-waving is concerned.

There were contestants from Anna, Metropolis, Vienna, Missouri and Tennessee, and, of course, Kentucky. Several people traveled to Paducah from the St. Louis area, and there were even a few people from Arkansas.

The show got off to a great start when one of the first contestants played Punch-A-Bunch, where you punch out paper holes on a board, hoping there’s big money behind the hole. The first hole yielded $1,000, and the woman was finished playing. She didn’t hesitate when she said she would not take a chance by trading in the money on the slim chance she might win $5,000.

An elderly gentleman, who said he does not play golf, played Hole-in-One which is basically mini-golf. He looked like like he wasn’t very good at it, at the beginning, when he incorrectly guessed all the prices on the products and had to putt from the farthest point. But he calmly stepped up with the putter in hand and sank a hole in one. If my memory serves me correctly, he won a really nice freezer.  Other items won included Gucci bags and a scooter.

The Showcase included a car and a trip to Hollywood, but the final event of the night yielded no winners of the grand prizes.

Even though there was no television and this was an imitation of the real “The Price Is Right” game show, we all left with warm, fuzzy feelings — until the ice storm outside shocked us all back to reality.

For just a little while, we all forgot about our troubles and concentrated on guessing prices of objects in a game show, hoping our names would be called, and cheering on those whose names were actually called.

For the record, I did not get to play, I did not win thousands of dollars, and I certainly did not win a new car. But I cheered on the contestant who won a new computer, I was broken-hearted when the second-grade teacher in the psychedelic pants and red boots lost out on a trip to Las Vegas, and I cheered the loudest when the yodeling mountain climber stopped just short of falling off the cliff in The Cliff Hangers game, which meant another win for a lucky contestant.

Some might say I was not lucky, but I beg to differ. While no one from my group was called up on stage, and I didn’t take home any prizes, I did take home a lot of fantastic memories.

And that’s something that won’t break down, need an oil change or be thrown out with the trash.

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