I had no idea watching the National Spelling Bee would be so entertaining. Not only are the nerdy kids super smart and kind of quirky, but the dude handing out the spelling words was kind of sassy and snarky. “That’s the only definition I have,” he would say whenever they asked if there was an alternate definition. It was more about tone than the actual words.
The color commentators, however, were some kind of wonderful.
“He knew that Greek root and it paid off,” Spelling Bee Commentator
“It helps to know that Latin root. Even if she doesn’t, it’s spelled just like it sounds. A guess might get her through.” It didn’t get her through, she got it wrong and then got a standing O.
“Oh good heavens,” the commentator said when the nerdy kid had to spell prosopopoeia. He got it wrong and also got a standing O.
When the nerdy kid in the orange shirt finally won I cried. It was pretty intense.
Then I sang a song about poutine to the tune of “Rocket Man.”