Steal My Ideas, Please

Whoo-hoo, whoopdedamndoo! Every game show, the crowd and contestants are so pepped up, you’d think eyes would pop out and roll around the floor. How about, as a change of pace, Unenthusiastic Night or Unenthusiastic Day? (Unenthusiastic Week is too much to expect.) For one special occasion, you get morose and sullen and cyncial types, who shrug and say, “No, I’m not excited. I haven’t won anything yet. And even if I do, I’ll probably have to pay a lot of taxes.” Instead of “Big money! Big money! Big money!” they just stand there impassive, yawning and sighing and maybe saying, “When’s this stupid Wheel going to stop?”