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I am getting crushed via the e-mail machine today, following my on-air revelation that I turned down the opportunity to be a part of David Copperfield’s act in Vegas.  If you missed it, here’s the short of it:

• One of Copperfield’s assistants, Bryan, approached me prior to the show and asked if I would like to be part of a demonstration about an hour into the show.  “You’ll be taking four giant slow motion steps on the stage,” Bryan said.
• I declined.
• “You’ll be on-stage with David,” Bryan pressed, leaning in and giving me the old raised eyebrows.
• I declined again.
• Bryan retreated with a “your loss” attitude.

That’s basically how it went down.

And you all have let me have it:

• “You moron…that is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”  -Steve
• “Are you stupid?”  -Bill
• “No!  Seriously?  No!  You are an idiot.”  -Dan
• “Dumbest move ever.”  -Andy
• “I always thought you would be fun to hang out with.  I’m starting to think I’m wrong.”  -Tim

And that’s just the proverbial tip of the iceberg.

Is being on-stage with David Copperfield that big of a deal? Because I said “no” I cease to be fun? I had no idea the old fun meter was such a fragile entity. I mean, I’m not minimizing Copperfield’s achievements or his place in the annals of pop culture. He’s David–freakin’–Copperfiled! That’s not lost on me. But if I wanted to be a magician’s assistant, I would have applied with the rabbit at the front desk.

I bought a ticket to watch the great illusionist. I just wanted to have a drink, sit back, relax, and enjoy. That’s it. I think I’m still fun. Right? No?

I climbed to the top of Guano Point at the Grand Canyon! That’s something a fun guy would do. Right? Tim, help a brother out.