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Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Joshua Woo is a student at USC, and recently won big on The Price Is Right! Today, Joshua is taking us behind the scenes to share what it's like to be a contestant on TPIR. Here's what this lucky New Orleans native had to say:

They say an unforgettable experience of this level can’t be put into words. Well, gosh darn it, I’m going to try.
It’s all my roommate’s fault. He noticed the flyer hanging on a board in one of the buildings and then called me up later that day, saying to go check it out. Turns out it works perfectly with my schedule--I had a miracle schedule where I had no class on Tuesday (wish it were still the case, but...), and the taping WAS Tuesday, so why pass up the opportunity? It’d be a great look into how the show is put together--who cares whether I get called or not.
Allow me a brief digression. I’m one of those people who says “I’ve been watching The Price is Right ever since I was a baby!” But it seems like I haven’t just been watching the show--I’m what Bob Barker would call a “loyal friend and true.” There was an area in my grandmother’s house that, in my 3-year-old imagination, looked like Contestants’ Row, and our tradition of “playing” The Price is Right was born--there’s a picture of me in an old photo album where I’m pointing to my late grandfather as the winner of the one-bid, and he’s got his arm held high in triumph. On top of that, my grandfather and I built working models of both the Big Wheel (seen below) and the Plinko game. Maybe all this “practice,” if you can call it that, is beginning to pay off...

Let me get these out of the way now: no, they do not just draw names out of a hat. No, we have no idea if or when we’re going to get called to come on down. No, you actually do not hear Rich Fields yell “Come on down.” It’s so loud in there that you can’t hear anything over the crowd. (So many people have asked me about this.)
The show itself was a blur, which is surprising because I’ve been told before that I have an iron trap memory. I was on Kids Jeopardy! six years ago (and lost), and can still remember even the smallest of details. After Price, my head was spinning--in many ways it goes by much faster than Jeopardy! can ever hope to. The only thing I remember was the shock of seeing my name on the giant cue card. Yes, you! You’re the next contestant on The Price is Right, much to your disbelief.
I remember in Rich’s warmup that, if you should make it down to Contestants’ Row, you shouldn’t turn around to ask for help. So when I was down there bidding on the TV that I wound up winning, I was actually afraid to turn around lest Rich himself jump me and send me back to my seat!
As far as my pricing game goes, I promised myself that if it were a game with a bailout option (like Grand Game, the game I wound up playing), I would play all the way to the end. As soon as I got up to $1,000, I thought, “That’s less than what I won on Jeopardy! I did not come to The Price is Right to win less than I did on Jeopardy! Besides, when am I ever going to be THIS close to ten grand ever again?” And even though Cheez Whiz proved to be the end of me, I have no regrets about my gameplay...well, except perhaps noticing the bandages were even there. At least I still get to spin the Wheel, right?
Believe it or not, there’s actually a science to spinning the Big Wheel. The power lies in the hips--I remember watching a History Channel documentary on samurai a few days before the taping, and it said that the sword’s power (on a downward, vertical swipe) does not come from sheer arm strength; most of it comes from a quick drop of the hips. Spinning the Big Wheel is no different, if you’re one of those people who just want to spin it as hard as they can. And it’s a surefire way to avoid making your way to the blooper reels as one of those poor saps who falls down.
Anyway, I was the second spinner and had nobody to beat in front of me (the first spinner, Cameron, had spun the dollar one spin too late), dropped my hips and threw the handle down. Supposedly it was enough to get it around twice and then some, which was barely enough to land on...95?!?!?!?!
If I could jump any higher, I probably would’ve hit the lights. And then to hear Drew announce, “Joshua, you’re going to the Showcase!”...my God, I nearly died. All that practice I had spinning my homemade model of the Wheel paid off, evidently.
There’s a line in Weird Al’s song “I Lost on Jeopardy! that goes, “Well I sure hope I do better next weekend on The Price is Right.” The way things were going, that could’ve held true for me as well.
So after nearly falling on my face going up the stairs to the Showcase podiums, I was passed a Showcase of a Blackberry Pearl with 1-year plan, a desk, a chair, a Dell laptop, 3-month virtual assistant service, and 5-hour use of a private jet. I think I pegged the value of the trip to around $13,000, and everything else to $5,000, so I was originally thinking to bid $18,000. My friends in the audience were signaling otherwise (it looked like they were trying to say $15,000-something), so I went with them. In hindsight it was a bad idea, considering these were the same guys who told me to choose the cheese in Grand Game...
I knew the other Showcase was going to be better than mine--if mine didn’t have a car, the other one had to, right? And it did. But here’s what I wasn’t expecting: A freakin’ Porsche.
And here’s something else I wasn’t expecting: I was off by a mile. My difference was more than my bid. I had pretty much given up hope, especially when Drew was stalling before he read the price of the other Showcase. The whole way through, I’m thinking, “The desk setup from my Showcase is still on stage. I’m off by a mile. Jeffrey won ‘em both, didn’t he? He won ‘em both, that’s why Drew’s stalling...”
And then I heard him say, “I...I don’t even wanna read this.” For good reason: an overbid is painful. An overbid by a slim margin is more painful. An overbid that costs you a Porsche is even more painful.
An overbid that costs you a Porsche, AND by a margin of $176...I have no words.
I’ve gotten comments saying that I forgot that I won, given the way I reacted...well, with an overbid THAT painful, I kinda did. And really, how can you NOT feel for the guy? It really sounded like he wasn’t going to tack on the $500 that cost him the whole package. I really couldn’t believe I won the way I did. And it really didn’t hit me until everyone from my group mobbed Home Base.
Like I told Mr. Blits at the end of the show, I couldn’t feel anything at all after I won--I was pretty much numb from the whirlwind of excitement, heartbreak, and shock that everyone called The Price is Right.
But if you just won $34,021 in prizes on the show, you would be too.
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