Thursday, May 2, 2013
If only . . .
There is a guilty secret that is becoming tiresome. I started watching Splash out of curiosity. A couple of episodes in, the DVR began recording them and I began not watching. Today, I decided to catch up and realized that if I had not recorded them so that it was easy to fast forward, Splash would have fallen by the wayside.
The two rotund commedians are long gone. And how many times can Kareem bend in the middle as he dives with his spaghetti legs? I am close to saying forget it. But it is also close to the finish. They refer to it as the finale but that is a term that is too grandiose for such a splash.
I will finish watching, I suppose, but with my finger ever-near to the fast forward.
Sometimes, I wish I could do the same thing with life . . .
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3 comments:
I'm glad I haven't watched any more than the one show. It looked just silly - I enjoy seeing diving by Olympic quality competitors but show biz people - not so much.
Um... maybe you can just jot down the name of the champion and text it to me...
I can probably do that. One show, there was a group of divers, all dressed in silver, who dived from the highest platform and did it rapid fire. There were lots of them and they climbed up and repeated about 3/4 times. It was like watching silver salmon climb and dive - just beautiful.
That was the best moment of the show and they were not the amateurs.
Sort of like.....
You is the Salmon, I is the Bear.
CRUNCH!
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