9 p.m., March 22
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Tonight I was watching The Biggest Loser finale. And I have to admit, I felt like the biggest loser. I was actually eating pasta, garlic bread, and a Dr. Pepper while watching the festivities. I told my girlfriend I was going to joke on my blog about eating while watching the show. She rolled her eyes and said “Yeah, like that hasn’t been done before.”
A few times I almost lost my appetite. I mean, there’s only so many man-boobs I can see in one evening. And boy, they love to yell during their work-outs.
I had never seen the show before and got bored rather quickly. And what’s with that Jokers Wild type of scale, that a contestant will stand on, and random numbers appear? You’ll see “280 lbs” followed by “110 lbs” and “590 lbs” then “188” before the real weight of “210 lbs” shows up. Very strange. It was like when you try and guess the attendance at Padres games, only the numbers appear for half a second.
I did think it was neat that it was a reality show that didn’t revolve around contestants fighting. And the moment when one guy proposed to a pound cake was kind of sweet. No, seriously…when the guy got down on one knee, it was touching.
Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age. I was actually moved by the DeNiro movie “Everybody’s Fine” which is getting mixed reviews. Sure, you see everything coming down Broadway, but I really enjoyed the film.
Hey… DeNiro could’ve been on biggest loser. Remember, he gained 40 pounds to play Jake LaMotta in The Raging Bull. He also buffed himself out for the remake of Cape Fear.
Anyway, I started catching up with the newspaper, and another reality show I had never seen, was mentioned. Something called “18 Kids and Counting” on TLC. Now, I’ve had arguments with friends before about how many kids people have. I think if you go over three, you’re making a bad parenting decision. And it’s probably the first of many you’ll make.
Anyway, they said that Michelle Duggar, the star of the show, was airlifted to a Little Rock hospital. No, not for Clinton to impregnate her. She was having pain…and, I gotta admit, I was expecting to read that her uterus fell out. It was just gallstones.
I also read about a guy that robbed a local Bank of America. They described him as 5’7” and either Middle Eastern or Latino. My two favorite parts of the description – the large mole near his nose. I’m just waiting for his next robbery, so they can dub him “The Mole Bandit” or “Naked Mole Rat” or “The Wicked Witch of the West” or…oh come on, we could be here all night. I’ll stop with the nicknames.
Oh, and he was also wearing a “Nike” shirt. They gotta love that; first Tiger Woods, and now this.
I’m picturing a couple of different “Just Do It” ad campaigns as I write this.