As a subscriber to basic cable, I have to admit that I spend more time flipping through channels (and even MORE time when husband is around. Is there something in men's blood where they can't just leave the remote alone? Why do they ALWAYS have to be touching it and pushing the buttons?) than I do actually watching a program (doesn't it sound like an old lady when I refer to it as a "program"? Seriously. It's like I'm automatically 80). I mean, there are some exceptions to this rule: Lost, Dancing With the Stars, Deal or No Deal, anything on the Animal Planet (especially if it has to do with any big cats), and last, but certainly not least, re-runs/marathons of the best show ever made: AMERICAN GLADIATOR (please note that all capital letters emphasize it's awesomeness).
I'm not talking about the Gladiator where sexy, sexy, sexy Russell Crowe walks around in a skirt and talks tough while also brandishing a sword (that show really would have been better if he had fashioned himself after Brad Pitt on Troy...in that movie, we get to see Brad Pitt's panties...granted, they are brown panties. Perhaps that means they are made out of animal skins and therefore, terribly uncomfortable. In that case, I really don't want to see the panties...next thing you know they will be itching all over and THAT is something NO ONE wants to see). No, I'm talking about the Gladiator that used to be on ESPN, full of washed up athletes clad in outfits of full spandex while also sporting the sweetest mullets in the world (my favorite one is the blond guy from California who always flashes the "hang loose" sign. His hair is bigger than my Aunt Chris' has EVER been and that is really saying something.
Husband and I often kick back on the couch to check out the action, gather fashion tips, and garner ideas on what we would do if we were to put together a kick-ass obstacle course where we could also wear spandex and beat each other with ginormous rubber balls.
For all of you who currently do not have ESPN, I suggest that you subscribe before this coming weekend....TEN hours of AMERICAN GLADIATOR. They call it the "Gladiator Marathon". And, for those of you who do have cable but don't want to sit around all day waiting for awesome 80's sporting reality TV, I suggest that you get TiVo and record it up for future entertainment. It really doesn't get better than this.
3 comments:
I have to say that you officially have no life Erin. 10hrs of American Gladiators? Come on! Go hiking! bake something! But just don't sit there and watch 'roided up freaks shoot tennis balls at weaker and frailer plebians!
Whatever, dude. Obviously you've been gone from America so long that you've forgotten what "awesome" is.
You know what? I probably have!
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