What's worse than knowing the answer to Final Jeopardy but not being able to completely pick the answer out of your brain? Knowing the answer to Final Jeopardy but not being able to completely pick the answer out of your brain, then having the guy who was leading guess Mr. fucking Magoo as his answer, THEN having Trebek twist the knife inside you by letting you know that you would have won if you could've just wrote the letters I-C-K-L-E-S-O-N like any of the mamalukes on Fore Play would've done.
While the rest of us are able to doze off on lazy Sundays with golf in the background for the rest of our lives, poor Julissa is going to have Sameer Magoo staring a hole in her soul for sniffing out the sportsman but not being able to finish his name as long as Lefty is teeing them off.
I wouldn't wish that shit on my worst enemy. Shout out to the other contestant that guessed Jaromir Jagr too. The old man's still got the juice and the flow in the year of our Lord 2020.