American Bear

While in the past I've been unusually quiet on the subject of certain reality TV shows that people hate like poison, I have to give a shout of "Thank God" for last night's American Idol finalists. For anyone not in the loop, American Idol has gone through it's ridiculous five episodes of showing the worst auditions and another three episodes of weeding out the wieners in Hollywood and is now in the full swing of picking the final 12 in weekly increments of four groups of eight that two are selected from. Got that? So we're in the second heat of the four groups and this week’s group wasn't just bad, they were awful. It was almost unwatchable. Actually, the whole show up to this point has been almost unwatchable but yet we watch anyway. Being the smart TiVoids, we opted to just Tivo the results episode last night and then fast forward to the last two minutes to find out the finalists avoiding not only the commercials but all inane, nails-on-chalkboard banter between Ryan Seacrest and the judges.

So the group this time was so bad, there just wasn't a clear winner at least in my opinion so when you can't judge a singing competition by the singing, then it's time to resort to the next best thing: who gives you a boner. Last night I had dim hopes for the only hot guy I've seen so far in the whole of all the groups; some 6-foot something former football player (former Rose Bowl player as he mentions frequently) who has BEAR PORN STAR written all over him. He actually has a great voice but unfortunately gave a ho-hum performance Tuesday night. I'd feared the worst and assumed he wouldn't get the votes to move into the final 12 but low and behold, he pulled it out and moves on. Now my boner and I have something to cheer about for the rest of the three months the show is running.