GOOD WESTERN HEADS LACK FISH, AND LIGHT COMPETITION RED DISHES I'VE PLAYED BEFORE: Y'know, I understand and accept the notion that the Race is plotted out in advance without regard to who the teams will be. That said, when you've got a task requiring reciting Mandarin when one team speaks Mandarin and another team has a competitor who doesn't speak ... well, thank goodness there was another detour option. And subtitles. But for once in the history of this show -- unlike San Francisco, unlike Manhattan, unlike Paris -- a home town advantage really did mean something.
So three of our race favorites came back tonight: killer fatigue, ugly Americanism, and a Beijing leg strongly affected by a gross food challenge towards the end. I imagine, however, that what we're going to end up talking about most is what I'll refer to as the Pause That Refreshes and its impact on the leg, and just how much dignity matters when you're racing for One Million Dollars.
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