Well, hello again. I’m going to warn you in advance that this column kind of blows this week. You’d think with two million on the line that the show would be getting more compelling, but it is kind of a snoozefest this season. Couple of dance moves, a little math, and eliminations due to missing passports. Yawn. Anyway, looks like we are picking up right where we left off last week—on the pit stop mat. James and Abba are in some serious trouble. They don’t have their passports and they can’t check in. Meanwhile, about seven hours have passed in the pool and Brent is still diving like a bird that’s been shot repeatedly. Those synchronized swimmers finally tell these two that the pool is closing and they’ve got one last shot to pull this one off. Unfortunately for Brent, he isn’t getting any better at this. You know it must be bad if they’ve seen him do this routine 400 times and still shoot him down on the last try. If this were the … Continue reading →

Down to six teams…and they are headed for Russia. This is the point where I get confused….is it still Russia or are there 75 cute little Russian states instead? I guess Moscow is still in one of the big states called Russia? What the hell is going on there exactly? I just pulled up one of the maps to see how stupid I look right now and it looks like there’s still one big Russia. Or these maps I’m looking at are from 1980 because it’s no longer called Russia, so I’m Googling the wrong country. I’m totally confused. As soon as they started breaking off in little states, I bailed on the whole place. Between that and the Middle East, I have no clue what’s going on over there. Anyway, who cares. Amazing Race referred to it as Russia, so that’s what I’m going with.

Over to Lexi. I am not sure what it is about this girl. Maybe it’s just the “I’m just SO upbeat about EVERYTHING” type of personality that just … Continue reading →

Week six and seven teams left. And yes, I’m still alive. Actually, we fared really well in the storm. At one point, the model was showing Sandy possibly making landfall about an hour and a half south of us. Instead, it was at least a couple of hours in the other direction. We never even lost power. Honestly, we had more trouble with Hurricane Irene last August, so I consider myself very lucky. Like everyone else, I am feeling horribly for those north of us. It’s pretty sad when the one thing left standing in Seaside Heights was that damned Jersey Shore house.

Anyway, back to the show. We are back in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Phil advises us that Dhaka has more rickshaws than any other city in the world. Awesome. Not exactly on par with having the most diamonds or anything, but hey, whatever. James and Abba were in first place last week, and they are first to leave. Apparently, the teams are headed 3,700 miles away to Istanbul, Turkey. Seriously, … Continue reading →