Dear Alex Trebek…

Alex Trebek snapped his Achilles tendon this week when he attempted to chase down a burglar who had stolen cash and a bracelet from his San Fran hotel room.  Apparently he woke up in the middle of the night and saw this ballsy burglaress snooping through his stuff.  The crazy thing is, from the sounds of it, she didn’t know whose room she was burglarizing.

Ok, let’s just imagine for a sec: you’re a robber.  You sneak into a random hotel room and pocket all the cash you see.  Oh look, there’s a man’s bracelet.  What the hell, you take that too.  You tip toe out of the room and think you’re in the clear when all of a sudden you have none other than ALEX TREBEK, yes, THE Alex Trebek chasing after you!!

I’ve never stolen anything but trust me, if I knew which hotel room Alex Trebek was in, and I knew how to break into a hotel room… I’d be all over that shit!  He’s a legend!  He’s a genius! And he’s apparently not an athlete.

Stay frosty, Alex.  I’m lurking.

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