I decided I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself in front of 17,000 people. Free movie tickets just aren’t worth that kind of humiliation no matter how brief or forgettable the experience may be.

Chuck and I were strolling the concourse at SAP Center in San Jose prior to a Sharks game last week when a man and a woman, both clad in neon green shirts, approached us.

“Hey, would you like to help us play a game?” the man asked.

So that’s how they pick people to play in the games during intermissions and commercial breaks, I thought. They hypnotize you with their neon spirit wear and then ask for your “help”.

“Depends on the game,” Chuck said. My thoughts exactly.

“We’re going to play ‘He said, She said’ …” the man began.

“Nope!” I interjected. I share my life a few hundred words at a time every other Sunday. I’m not about to make snap judgements in a stadium full of strangers.

“It won’t be personal,” the female said. Clearly, she was the closer meant to butter us up. “It’s Star Wars themed. We’ll ask him some questions and you guess his answers.”

Not going to happen, I said, shaking my head. Thank you, but no thank you. We parted ways. Our neon friends returned to the stream of people in search of a different couple to torture.

I get it. We seemed like prime candidates for such an activity. It was Star Wars night at the Shark Tank, and Chuck and I were dressed for the occasion. My shirt had a cartoon Princess Leia and “I love you” written across the chest. Chuck’s shirt had Han Solo and the classic retort: “I know.”

These shirts only work when we wear them together, and this seemed like a place we could wear them and get the full appreciation they deserved. We wore the shirts during our recent trip to Disneyland and got the ultimate compliment. A cast member noticed us and called out, “Oh my gosh, those are cuter than the ones we sell here.” Chuck and I high-fived. Yes, we really are that adorable.

As Chuck and I continued to swim through the crowd at the Shark Tank, I was having second thoughts. I’ve always wanted to play in one of the intermission games. It seemed like fun, but when presented with the opportunity, I froze. Chuck seemed a bit surprised by my response, too. We could have been on the jumbotron.

I had to go with my gut, though. I’ve known Chuck for 10 years, and we’ve been romantically linked for 9 and married for 4, but I’ve only known about his love for “Star Wars” for 2. My own appreciation for “Star Wars” is only 2 years old. The math just didn’t add up for a spotlight-seeking Sharks fan.

During the second intermission, the “He said, She said” couple was escorted onto the ice. I was already feeling better about my decision. I would have fallen on my rear for sure.

In the game, the man had shoot the puck and score a goal to win two “Star Wars” passes. For each question his lady answered correctly, he got to move closer to the net to improve his chances of making the goal.

Chuck and I decided we would play along from the stands. This couple had four months of dating on our four years of marriage. Maybe we would have had a chance afterall.

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Question 1: What is his favorite “Star Wars” movie?

I have no idea what Chuck’s favorite “Star Wars” film is. Next question.

If your man could be any character from the franchise, who would he be?

“Han Solo.” I guessed. My lady counterpart on the ice guessed the same. “No,” Chuck said as he pondered who he’d rather be.

What man doesn’t want to be Han Solo?! Ice man wanted to be Han Solo and the ‘He said, She said’ couple were now two for two.

“Yoda.” Chuck finally decided. “He’s a little, nerdy guy who is secretly a badass.”

I chuckled. Yoda would have been my second guess.

Looks like we will be paying for our own movie tickets either way.

Samie Hartley is the Napa Valley Register online editor. Simple & Sassy runs every other Sunday. She can be reached at shartley@napanews.com.

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Samie Hartley is the Napa Valley Register online editor. Her column Simple & Sassy runs on alternating Sundays.