It’s amazing, if you pardon the expression, the way that life works. Vegas, not one of my favorite towns (due to my obsessive compulsive disorder and my predilection for gambling), was the final city for iteration 15 of The Amazing Race. That, in and of itself, means exactly jack shit. However, there were a few things that stood out. The chapel that they had to go to in order to receive their next clue from Elvis also happens to be the chapel that I got married (for the second time in).
So what, you might ask. In my hopes of competing in a reality show, hopefully either TAR or Survivor (if you’re going to dream, dream big-I don’t think I could hack it on Rock of Love), there have always been things that worried me. Survivor has variables that are completely out of your control. There are certain situations where there is nothing you could have done to get out of the situation you’re in, especially when personality and interactions with people are concerned. TAR is something completely different. Pretty much every leg gets everybody bunched up and some point so you are on a level playing field. With the exception of season one, everyone that was in the final three had as much of a shot as anyone else to win it. The final challenge of TAR is the only one that really worried me, because it is always a fucking memory challenge…
Except this time. Counting chip. Counting fucking poker chips. If I had walked into that room and seen what the challenge was, write me the check, it’s mine. Aside from the obvious thing about one of the sets of racers being professional poker players and they would have had an unfair advantage, it was a nice change up on what the last challenge usually is. The only thing that would have been a worse thing on producers part would have been to have three legs in a country where one set of racers are fluent (like let’s say Korea, or another country on the Pacific rim), but that would never happen. Either way, counting out those chips would have been something I could have smoked through.
How insulted was Wayne Newton that people didn’t know who he was?
Anyway, with the above being said, some final thoughts on the last leg of an exciting race. Two of the three teams could have won without me being upset, and I was POSITIVE that the third team was going to win. If Brian and Ericka had won I would have been pissed. Brian seems like a nice enough guy, albeit a little hen-pecked. I know that the show is edited and shaped, but you can’t hide the back that she runs that family. The problem is that she controls things, but she is never in control. She falls apart under any kind of stress or if things aren’t going her way. And she yells at him and belittles him. She mentioned at the end that she hopes that the race showed her family what kind of man he is, no matter his color. I would be more afraid that his family would see what kind of woman she is. I’m guessing she’s lived a fairly charmed life and is used to stuff being handed to her. The way they blew their lead and she was blaming it all on him was laughable, since he carried the team.
Good for Cheyene and Megan. They deserved to win. Not much to say about this except that they were one of the more powerful teams ever, and they kept it together even if they thing that the most famous casino in Monaco is the Parisian, or whatever it was.
The gay brothers. As much as they fought, they ran hard. They didn’t exactly break any new ground, and I think it would have been pretty hard to know them and not know that they’re gay. They whined a lot, but they were still good competitors, and with the exception of the Globetrotters, probably the closest competition that the winners had.
Next season will be tough to watch, but still I look forward to it with all of my broken heart.
Lastly, how do the racers keep the expressions they have during the cutaways they do that are interspersed into the show? From the expressions they had, I was sure that Brian and Ericka had won. I know that if I had been there and won I would have been crying like a bitch.
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