For those of you who don’t know (i.e. those of you less geeky than I am), last night was the Scripps National Spelling Bee. It’s the Super Bowl of the super smart. Middle-schoolers from across the country compete for the prestige of knowing how to spell words that are completely unusable in conversation, unless of course the conversation is with Noah Webster’s ghost. For instance, laodicean, which apparently means lukewarm or indifferent to religion or politics, was the final word that scored the 13-year-old winner $37,500.
Because I was watching King James tear it up on the court last night, I missed the Bee, but I did watch the semi-finals on ESPN, and noticed these kids have something else that I haven’t got:
Mad-crazy-hard-to-spell names. Kavya Shivashankar (winner), Anamika Veeramani, Neetu Chandak, Sidharth Chand … the list goes on. In fact, I think it stretches all the way to India. Reminds me of the yo’ momma jokes of my youth. You know: “Yo momma’s so fat name is so long the phone book has to list her in two area codes.”**