So what am I thinking about? Trigg defense? Tiger passing game? F-stops and shutter speed? Best shooting locations?
None of the above. I’m standing here wondering when I am going to get my own reality show. It’s got to be getting close to my turn.
Let me explain, I am a pretty big fan of many of these TV masterpieces. Survivor? Big fan. Didn’t you just love Rupert? The Apprentice? Pretty good, but it’s a primetime job interview. Hell’s Kitchen? I love it but let’s get real, they’re hiring a cook.
Dancing with the Stars? Yawn. America’s Biggest Loser? It’s a show about average people losing weight. Okay, I really like that one. Kitchen Nightmares? A show about cleaning up restaurants? What’s up with that?
You catching what I’m throwing? Are you picking up what I’m throwing down? My turn for heavens sake! I got it all. I’m the total package. I’m almost freakishly tall with somewhat weathered, craggy, campy looks (that’s a nice way of saying “aging fast”).
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