Yup, OK, I admit it: I am a SURVIVOR fanatic. I have faithfully watched all 11 seasons, have dissected and analyzed players' strategy ad nauseam, have won a Survivor pool at work, fantasied about contestants, and almost won a Survivor memento on an eBay auction. Still, I'll be the first to admit when Survivor sucks, and tonight's season premiere in the Guatemalan jungle left a lot to be desired. Yes, it was probably the hardest and most grueling challenge in the show's history, and yes I know how hot and disorientating it can be wandering lost in the jungle for 11 miles--I appreciate the physical demands placed on these players. BUT THIS IS TV. Entertain me. Show me some skin. Show me some scandal. Throw in some s#%ts and f*@ks. Who cares about the bottom of Bobby Jon's dehydrated feet? Frankly, I wasn't impressed. But fair shakes, Mark Burnnett, it's only the first episode, and not since Survivor Australian Outback have you thoroughly impressed me first episode out. So I'll give it some time.
By the way, my player in our pool at work is Cindy, so I'm still in. Jim the "old guy" got the boot from Bobby Jon's team (I can't be bothered with these new team names--next time out the tribes will be called by two different guttural throat calls!) so my gal is safe and sound until next week. I hope she doesn't do something stupid like step on a scorpion, or go swimming in a crocodile-infested lake, or worse--get a stone in her shoe while walking to get water. I don't think I could take that much excitement.