Friday, April 6th came and I was in suspense. The chance of me losing was ever-present, but enough people, both friends and strangers, had told me I was likely to win so I was not very worried. My true nervousness was for Monday, April 9th. Would I win then? There were some good entries, but really only one which I felt deserved to win over me (the “Day in the Life” video of a Stormtrooper).
At lunch on the 6th I went to Kinkos with my wife and made 150 “Vote for Arnie” flyers on bright yellow paper. We were planning our weekend around the massive voting campaign. At 3:30 Friday I sat at my desk at work reloading the Access Hollywood page, flyers at the ready to hand out.
The site updated. I had lost. I lost to the 18 year old kid who said “I may not know the characters of the lines of Star Wars.” I lost to the 18 year old kid who had a Freddy Kruger voiced Darth Vader complaining about repeats and reality shows. I lost to an 18 year old kid who’s claim to Star Wars fame was a wall his mommy painted for him.