Although I enjoy my couch time, I rarely watch the television. I mean, it’s on, of course, but I don’t pay much attention to the shows. There are actually only a few TV shows that I watch obsessively.
“Cupcake Wars” is of course one of them. The family knows that when that show is on, to either leave the room, or make no snide comments.
“Chopped” is another one. With this show, the family is allowed to watch with me – because they enjoy it too and usually will not make fun of me or the show.
My absolute favorite, however, is “The Amazing Race”. I have seen every episode from the beginning of the series, and years later I still never miss it. It airs on Sunday nights, my bowling night, so I never can watch it “live”. Instead, I usually try to find some time during the week to watch the episodes on my computer.
This season, I have fallen a few (7) episodes behind, so the last few days I’ve been trying to catch up.
Most times, at the end of the show, when a team is eliminated, I find myself with tears in my eyes. The partners usually talk about how sad they are to be going home, and how proud they are of each other. It’s usually quite emotional, and since I can picture myself on the show, I always picture myself in their shoes at the end.
Tonight’s episode left me practically bawling at the end of it. The team that came in last is from Arkansas. Two men, best friends, with families at home. They’re trying to win the money to pay doctor bills for one of the men’s sick daughter. When they stepped on the mat and were told they were the last team to arrive, they began talking about how happy they were to have had the experience, and how proud they were of each other for trying so hard. Then the team that came in first, having won $5000 a piece for that leg of the race, walked up to the Arkansas boys and very unselfishly donated their winnings to them.
As soon as the first team began walking up to the Arkansas boys, my hands covered my face, and the tears started rolling. At that point, I knew what their intentions were. Then when the Arkansas boys started tearing up, my heart melted even more, and the tears came faster.
I’m telling you, I absolutely love this show! It’s got incredible competition, drama among the team members, terrifying road blocks and back breaking detours. Not to mention they are traveling around the world and experiencing the true culture of these places.
It is a dream of mine to be able to compete on the show some day. My husband keeps telling me to “go for it!” whenever I see the auditions for it. But at this point, it’s not a viable option. Of course, maybe no time is absolutely perfect, but I think we oughta wait for our 13 year old to be able to take care of herself for 3 months, or however long the race is, before we pack up and go gallivanting around the world.
She would say she could take care of herself now, and probably even pack our suitcase. But I’d feel too selfish. So I’ll wait….
Oh, and by the way….
The Arkansas team was the last to arrive, but it was a non-elimination round, so they get to stay in the race one more day!
I can’t wait for the next episode! 🙂