Pleasepleaseplease let it be Phil who says those words … to myveryownself … sigh.
From last week’s preview, looks like there is at least one really cool task this week. Here’s hoping there are no heart attacks tonight. (I’m talking to you, Papa Aiello!) (Also you, Papa Bransen!)
Hmm … I really wonder who gets tonight’s Title Credit? I will be listening very closely.
Just as long as it’s not Carissa this time…
I had half a thought that it might be Billy, actually. It’s totally the kind of idiotic thing that I would say when I was ten and I wanted people to think I was cool. “Kiss? Heh! I don’t kiss, I make out!” Of course, I had ABSOLUTELY ZERO idea what that meant until I was, oh, 16 or so, but all the cool older kids were talking about it …
Lyn and Alex (from TAR 7) have predicted on Canadian TV that the Bransens are the one that should go this week.
Not so much on that one 
And HOLY CRAP, WHAT A PRIZE! :eek: Gas for F-in LIFE!?!
Hey, I just quoted what they said
I liked the pseudo-Planet of the Apes music over the first centrifuge ride.
Dammit, the Paolos and the Weavers both made it. I was really hoping they’d be the next two teams out. The Paolos because I want to shoot all of them in the face every time I see them, and the Weavers because I am sick. to. fucking. death. of teams who call on Jeebus every 45 seconds. Maybe if you spent less time demanding divine intercession and more time learning how to read a damn map you might free up a little Jeebus for the rest of us.
But that being said, damn, next week looks it’s gonna suck for them.
Wow, what a boring, poorly designed episode. Once they revealed that the pit stop was just about immediately after the centrifuge, I thought for sure that it would be a non-elimination leg, since there would be no way for the last team out of the centrifuge to catch up.
I was more remarking that they were SO completely wrong.
And I wanted to say again, DAMN that was a prize. Makes all those trips look pretty lame.
Sorry, misread you. Move along folks, nothing to see here.
This season has been **The Kinda Interesting But Not Much More Than That Race ** rather than The Amazing Race. But a heckuva prize for finishing first in this leg of the race, and at the rate that the price of gas is going up may be as valuable as the prize for winning.
One thing that’s surprised me is that I actually like the Gaghan family. I didn’t expect that. But geez, they need to learn to ask for directions.
I am gobsmacked. Best. Prize. Ever.
Oh, Family Aiello. I adore you all, but between you and me? I’d have cut and run on the Muddy Waters detour option after the fifth try or so. Certainly I wouldn’t have gone through that fourteen (!!!) times before changing drivers. (At least, that’s what it looked like they did.) Even though you knew before you got into the Centrifuge that you were hosed, you still kept on truckin’, which I appreciate.
Ma Weaver? Please. Shut. Your. Pie. Hole. (“The Froot Loop” - heh.) I am glad I am not the only person who doesn’t like her. None of the other racers do, either, so it would appear. What was the context of that weird interview, where she said her family wasn’t going to change for anyone? Sheesh, defensive much? Listen, lady: Nobody expects you to change, but would it kill you to invest in a good conditioner? Damn. Alberto V05 Hot Oil is like two bucks. I’ll mail you a check. Just do something about that hair. You’re making Jesus cry with that mess on your head.
I’m convinced that the Paolos have inherited Team Guido’s “luck of the evil.” Christ on a bike! If they last much longer might head might explode. Is CBS going to pay for this family to go into therapy immediately following this Race? Are they going to pay for my therapy? I need it more than ever now.
Everybody else: Nice work! Way not to have a heart attack, Pa Bransen! (And if you ever need another kid, I also have lovely long blonde locks.) Way to handle 3.2g’s, Billy Boy Gaghan! Way to be a cool stepmom, Char Schroeder (Hunter’s teenagerdom notwithstanding)! Way not to fart in the Centrifuge, whichever Linz you were! Way to … be Godlewskis, Godlewskis!
Did anyone catch who uttered the title line this week? I totally missed it.
Wazzat? Did teams actually get on planes this week? With not one, but two bunching points! Wow.
Team Pa***olo gets on my nerves, but they’re mildly competent. Team Gaghan does well, mostly because they seem to have a knack for picking tasks where weight is a factor. But Team Weaver-- y’all are just annoying, mostly because of the HAIR! Good god a’mighty, they got some powerfully ugly hair on the four of you!
Totally! Are all those Branson girls licensed drivers, I wonder.
It’s the skin, too. . . except for the boy child who looks pretty good. But Ma Widder Lady has skin of leather and the girls have acne galore. Combine that with the Jesus-ness and . . . The Hair. . . and you’ve got a family you don’t want even living in your ZIP Code! I was really hoping they’d be Philiminated tonight. . . but the punishment of having to go to Talladega kind of makes up for it. Now if we could just have Tony Stewart whiz by and mow the four of them down. . . . Naw! That’s too much to ask!
Team Weaver got a little nutso, but I still like them OK. When we see a good 12-24 hours of racing compressed into an hour long episode, we’re bound to have a few prayers edited our way (and even then I only remember one from tonight). I hope they hang in there.
I was ambivalent about Team My Three Sons-In Law getting philiminated. I liked them OK, but the cattyness tonight over Team Weaver was way too Lynn and Alex v. Rob and Amber for me. We get it, you don’t like them, now shut up and RAACCCEEE!!! And they definitely should have quit the muddin’ task after a couple tries. They’re lucky they didn’t miss the bus all together. I wonder if they learned that it’s likely easier to do that with all of 300 pounds in the car (Team Rugrats) than the good 800 pounds they loaded in.
Hoo wee, did that one Desperate Housewife (Team Godlewski) wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what? :eek: I sense trouble-a-brewing!
Paolos? Shut up please. Frickin’ heck.
Overall just a so so episode. The centrifuge challenge? Lame. What was supposed to happen? Someone get to 2.8Gs and give up? They should have had Matthew Broderick shoot 'em full of radiation or something (sorry, can’t think of a space joke, so that’ll have to do).
And free gas for life? Woah!
Seriously. I’d be like, “Load up the car, Ethel! We’re driving to Vegas this weekend! And Toronto next weekend. And Tijuana the weekend after…heck, just fill up the calendar, baby!”
That was an absolutely pathetic roadblock to happen so close to the end. Here’s the challenge, grab a number, and that’s the way you will finish. Bah! Sucks! Bah! One of the worst episodes ever.
Ma Weaver’s skin color/texture, is pretty typical for women over 40, in the South.
For some reason, brown and leathery is considered more attractive than smooth and white. The latter will cause total strangers to ask you if you’ve been ill, and suggestions of getting out more.
As for her hair, bleached and permed to death. Again, pretty typical.