Extreme Dodgeball
Stephen called me earlier today, having forgotten to set TiVo to record the Duke game. “If you can get the game, I’ll just come over and we can watch it together.” Worked for me. He came over around eight tonight, and we watched the game. Afterwards, I was curious to see what TiVo was recording, and I saw it … Extreme Dodgeball.
“I have to see how bad this is.”
“Sure, why not?”
We proceeded to watch it, and it was so bad, it was good, in that train wreck kind of way that has me watching really awful shows like The Real World and Elimidate. [Ain't gon' lie.] It got to the point that we were actually semi-interested. The only problem was the fact that the announcers didn’t take it seriously enough for the mockery quotient to be really high. [Think of the seriousness of the Celebrity Death Match announcers, and you've got it---mock seriousness is what this needs.]
We definitely have some viewing material for the next guys’ gathering—come on, this is so bad that it’s good—and we’re now wondering if Phoenix has a team that Sean could attempt to join.
Viva la Breadtruck!
My money’s still on Goggles. That girl could catch!
November 20th, 2005 at 11:47I’m holding out for extreme Canasta.
November 20th, 2005 at 20:33Now I don’t feel so bad about watching it… heck, I think my wife even had a season pass for it on the Tivo at one point.
Another guilty pleasure.
November 21st, 2005 at 06:54No, Chris, I think you should still feel bad about it.
November 21st, 2005 at 07:34Heh. (You’re probably right.)
November 21st, 2005 at 09:31