I Injured My Foot Doing the Mashed Potato: Or…I Should Have Stuck With the Twist
by James Robinson Jr.
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Here’s the set-up:
In my defense, I don’t go around performing old dances, I simply got lost in the heat of the moment.
A fan of YouTube videos and of the game show Family Feud hosted by Steve Harvey, I was taken back to an airing of an episode when a contestant mentioned that she was a connoisseur of the Mashed Potato dance.
So, after an invitation from Steve, she stepped out from behind the podium, and jumped right into the song stylings of Dee Dee Sharp. Steve Harvey joined her, and together they had a bit of a dance-off.
And so it was, on the evening of September 20, 2022, the day after my reunion with Dee Dee’s Mashed Potato Time and the Family Feud Tango, I walked into my bedroom where my wife was watching TV and lo and behold, Mashed Potato Time was playing in tandem as a jingle to an Idaho Potato commercial. I immediately busted a move, broke into a Mashed Potato two-step—bare feet on low-nap carpet.
“Remember the Mashed Potato?” I asked my wife.
“Yes,” she said with a squinty-eyed frown, “and you can’t do it.”
And she was right.
I left the room having aggravated my right foot afflictions–planter fasciitis on the left side, ligament on the right.
A fan of YouTube videos and of the game show Family Feud hosted by Steve Harvey, I was taken back to an airing of an episode when a contestant mentioned that she was a connoisseur of the Mashed Potato dance.
So, after an invitation from Steve, she stepped out from behind the podium, and jumped right into the song stylings of Dee Dee Sharp. Steve Harvey joined her, and together they had a bit of a dance-off.
And so it was, on the evening of September 20, 2022, the day after my reunion with Dee Dee’s Mashed Potato Time and the Family Feud Tango, I walked into my bedroom where my wife was watching TV and lo and behold, Mashed Potato Time was playing in tandem as a jingle to an Idaho Potato commercial. I immediately busted a move, broke into a Mashed Potato two-step—bare feet on low-nap carpet.
“Remember the Mashed Potato?” I asked my wife.
“Yes,” she said with a squinty-eyed frown, “and you can’t do it.”
And she was right.
I left the room having aggravated my right foot afflictions–planter fasciitis on the left side, ligament on the right.
I Hurt My Foot Doing the Mashed Potato contains only one essay about my bad foot and 24 others ranging from Finding Bigfoot to Family Vacations, to a Poker Night in Hell. Enjoy the book and watch those old dances.