A few nights ago, Gary and I were watching some clips of past Olympics. We were watching a part of the women's gymnastics competition in 1996 where Kerri Strug clinched the gold medal for her USA team by landing a beautiful vault on an injured ankle. Suddenly, Gary yells, "It's John Tesh! John Tesh is the announcer!"
"Um, no, Gary, I really don't think so," I tell the boy who has hardly ever heard John Tesh's voice, let alone developed an angry Pavlovian response to it.
After a few more minutes, Gary says, "No, really, it has to be John Tesh."
"Gary," I say, "they're not going to have John Tesh announce for the Olympic Women's Gymnastics. The commentator has to be a former gymnast or coach or something."
"I swear it's John Tesh. Google it."
I gave Gary a look (complete with raised eyebrows). "Google what exactly?"
"Um...'Kerri Strug John Tesh'."
I did so, and ugh, it returned a result from Wikipedia that said, "She then collapsed onto her knees and needed assistance off the landing platform, to which sportscaster John Tesh commented, 'Kerri Strug is hurt! She is hurt badly!' "
Later that evening, Gary used the word 'progeny' and I laughed at him, saying, "Pretty sure that's not a word, friend." Feeling empowered by the win earlier in the day, he scampered off to google it and found that not only was it a word, but that he had used it correctly and spelled it accurately in his head. Take that, Jody.