| Sunday, February 11, 2007 |
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My husband is a damned Mookie stealer.
There are very few things my husband and I actually share a genuine common interest in. We both like to blow things up. We both like ice cream. We both are inordinately fond of The Black Dog. We both love a good road trip. I'm working hard here to think of anything else except....Survivor. Yeah. We're that pathetic. A TV show is one of our few common interests.
We've watched it together from the first season. The person we want to win never does. Granted, he usually roots for the girl with the biggest boobs and I usually root for the guy with the best shoulder/arm configuration. That's OK with both of us even though it makes him an idiot. After the first couple of seasons, The Husband's Best Friend started watching. This evolved to a Thursday night tradition of The Husband and I at home with the TV and The Best Friend at his home with the TV, all of us having a phone at hand. The instant Survivor breaks for commercial The Best Friend uses speed dial and The Husband answers his call before the phone even rings. During the commercial break they denigrate, insult, dissect, and roast whatever happened since the last commercial. I serve as the peanut gallery.
This year about 30 minutes before the Big Opening, The Husband suggested a wager. He got The Best Friend on the phone and the three of us hammered out a detente. We settled on the following:
At the end of the first show we would each pick four players in a round robin with no duplication. There will be two opportunities to win.
1. The first player that each of us chose will be the first opportunity. The person whose first choice is voted off the earliest looses and has to take the other two, "The Winners", out for supper.
2. At the final four, there will be a count of each person's original four picks and the person with the fewest players left from their original four is the looser and has to take the other two, again, out for supper. Seeing as how all three of us are opinionated, obstinate, argumentative, and (in the case of The Husband and The Best Friend) pig headed, it took a lot of back and forth to settle the terms of the wager.
During the show we all three took careful notes, scoring, judging, guessing. For some of the players it was pretty easy. They got a lot of air time and we got to see a couple of them act like total asses. A few of the players got no air time at all and we weren't even totally sure of their names when the show ended. But we all had to make our choices. Before the show started, we had The Best Friend's wife pick a number from 1-1,000 and we had to each guess a number to determine the order for the round robin. The Husband got to go first, then me, then The Best Friend. If past history was a guide, I felt great because The Husband would go for the boobs but NO. The rotten bastard broke all precedent and took my Mookie. He KNOWS how I feel about that particular shoulder/arm male configuration and I think he did it just to piss me off. Let me tell you the next time I cook supper for him it's gonna have a LOT of jalapeno as a main ingredient. He'll regret taking my Mookie. Although I do have to give him a little slack since it looks like the best boobs on the show actually belong to the girl who quit just before kick off because of her panic attacks. Gonna have to think on that one.
So this is where we settled. I better win. And that Mookie stealer is going to have to take me for boiled shrimp.
The Husband's Picks:
1. Mookie
2. Edgardo
3. Rita
4. Yau Man
My Picks:
1. Anthony
2. Alex
3. Stacy
4. Earl
The Best Friend's Picks:
1. Erica
2. Boo
3. Michelle
4. Rocky I can tell you we all thought that Jessica would be the first to go so this might be a tight wager! And I promise, our lives do not normally revolve around a TV show. Except mine. When ER is on.Labels: husband, personal urban drama |
posted by Carol @ 10:49 AM  |
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