My enthusiasm for The Amazing Race is beyond the realm of normal. Yesterday afternoon, I called my dad and cousin and convinced each of them to watch the show. At least, I think I convinced them - I haven't spoken with them today. I couched it as a bonding experience for all of us, despite the miles among us (and the time difference between me and them). I could say that I don't care if they liked it, I'm just glad that they gave it a chance. But that would be a lie. I want everyone to get as excited about it as I do.
I can't explain why it has such a hold over me. But there's no denying that it does. (If anyone doubts this statement, just ask Sam, who was witness to his wife taking television far-too-seriously last night.) I got pumped for the opening song - the rhythm (which compels me to beat my chest), the montage of the teams and the places they travel. I commented on the good and the bad points of the teams. I tried to figure out who would be disqualified. I tried to figure out who I wanted to be disqualified. And, when it was all over, I cried. Yes, I cried. It happened last season, too. (But, in my defense, not every episode.) I just get so drawn in, I can't help myself. I'm sad for the disqualified team, yet at the same time so happy for them that they had the experience.
Posted by Shokufeh at May 30, 2003 11:06 AMYeah, you do. Shoooot, we should have given you ours before we left.
Posted by: shokufeh at June 3, 2003 12:07 PM