It’s night 18 for our Survivors, just about the halfway point in their 39-day adventure/ordeal.
Summarizing the surprising turn of events in the Villain camp, host Jeff Probst explains that Russell used his formidable “power of persuasion” to have the team’s strongest player, Boston Rob, voted off. Coach wasn’t happy, saying, “I did not want Boston Rob out… Russell is a bully. We’re done, we’re toast. Pray for the merge.”
Day 19, JT finds the immunity idol. Shots from, uh, behind, show lots of barely covered girl Hero bikini butt — this is why some web commentators have likened Survivor to soft-core TV porn. At least CBS had the decency to pixilate Coach’s butt-crack when his shorts sagged during his beach tai chi exercises.
The Villains, expecting a merge of the two tribes, pack up their camp and schlep it to the reward challenge area. Suckers! Probst explains there will be no merge, at least not yet. The challenge, for a sumptuous pizza feast, is a bowling competition. Rupert’s years of playing alley bocce really pay off — he scores on the first throw. “Heroes win their third straight challenge in a row!” says Jeff Probst. A bit redundant, but yeah! While enjoying their meal, Rupert says to his teammates, “I love you all — the Fantastic Five.”
Back in the Villain camp, tribe members are at each other’s throats. Coach: “I hate playing the game with these people.” Sandra: “I equally hate ‘em all.” Courtney: “I know I’m the next one to go.”
Challenge two is a mud obstacle course. Rupert is barely beaten in a one-on-one competition with Coach, but shows he is a strong player. (Covered head-to-toe in mud, Rupert looked like some sort of scary, primitive mud aborigine.) The Heroes win, and the Villains have to vote off another tribe member. Proving once again that he runs the show, Russell gets enough players to vote against Coach, and the Dragon Slayer is sent packing. Coach’s final words: “I’m not a very vindictive person, but I hope they get wiped off the face of the map.” Thunder and lightning in the distance suggest he may get his wish.
This past Saturday, I had the distinct pleasure of joining Rupert, his wife Laura and daughter Raya, up in Goodland for a humongous party/concert/auction for our mutual friend, Bill Constable. The awesomeness of this event made the Indy 500 look like a backyard go-kart race. It made the Eiffel Tower look like a child’s popsicle-stick art project. The whole damn party was so hot, it made Mardi Gras in New Orleans look like Sunday school in, well, Goodland, Indiana. Much beer was drunk, much hog was eaten, and much money was raised. To Bill, Holly and Lois, I salute you with a hearty “Aargh!”