Time's Up
"Now panel, take a few minutes to decide," Moore said. "Okay, time's up. Bill, what've you got."
"Well Garry, after careful consideration, and being the eternal optimist that I am--"
"Bill, can we have an answer?"
"Oh sure. Sorry Garry. I'm going with Team C." Mild applause.
"Peggy?"
"I don't think this team is tough enough to win the tough ones, so I'm going with Team A," Peggy snarled. The audience snarled too. I clutched my Norton.
"Thanks Peggy. Go ahead Orson."
Orson scratched his brow and then held his chin.
"To tell you the truth, Garry, I never really played hockey. But if I had, I probably would have played like Team B. They're my kind of guys."
"Is that your answer Orson?"
"What?"
"Your answer?"
"Oh yeah, Team B."
"Good. Now on to the effervescent, the wonderful, the intriguing. Miss Kitty Carlisle. Kitty?"
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