One of the radio stations back in Utah had an evening radio show by John Tesh called Intelligence for Your Life. Everytime I heard his voice on my radio, I'd scream angrily and change the channel. Gary had never heard John Tesh's program, so he asked me what I found so maddening. It was hard to describe exactly, but it was essentially how he used his smooth, deep voice to reveal profound, elusive life secrets such as "pessimists are statistically less likely to be positive people". He always acted like he was breaking new ground, and if you didn't take a second to think about the total obvious nature of what he said, you almost found yourself uttering an elightened "ahhh" and joining in the collective nodding of women all across the radio waves.
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'."
"Fine."
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!' "
Sigh.
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.
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'."
"Fine."
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!' "
Sigh.
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.