We watched the movie M*A*S*H* for the first time last night (though I was quite familiar with the TV show growing up).
Many, many years ago (probably mid-80's), I was watching cable TV at my grandma and grandpa's house in Akron, and while flipping through the channels, I saw something (movie? TV show?) where people were playing football, there was a gunshot, and someone yelled "OH MY GOD, THEY SHOT HIM!" But obviously, nobody on screen had been shot.
It morphed in my mind over the years, becoming more hilarious and surreal with time. I recounted it to some, including Donna Jo Tanner, but I always felt a little guilty, because I thought I might have maybe imagined the whole thing. Why would there be a football game, a seemingly random gunshot, and a disembodied voice yelling that "They shot him!" when nobody had been shot?
But last night, my dear friends, we decided to watch MASH - and there it was, in all it's glory. I think I deserve to take a week off of work in celebration.