As usual, I’ve been looking forward to this edition, which is set in Nicaragua, a country whose name I can’t pronounce. However, one thing has put a damper on my enthusiasm (besides the pronunciation problem): For the first time ever, only three of us are watching “Survivor” together.
My #1 son is at college, and I definitely missed his quips and wicked sense of humor last night as we observed the old (ages 40 and older) try to best the young (ages 30 and younger).
Fortunately, my older son texted me several times during the episode. But it’s just not the same as having him with us in our family room hearing his spontaneous commentary. It’s just another one of those pesky “new normals” that we have to adapt to.
Maybe sharing “Survivor” via text messages will be old hat by the 22nd season.
Some “Survivor” thoughts
After watching the first episode, I know that one contestant I won’t be rooting for is Jimmy Johnson (the coach, not the race car driver). I don’t care how personable or how good a player he is, one fact stands true: He coached the hated Dallas Cowboys to back-to-back Super Bowls. If he somehow gets humiliated, all Houston Oilers/Texans fans will cheer.
So who am I pulling for?
Chase Rice! A member of the young tribe, the 24-year-old North Carolina native is a pro race car jackman . . . and he’s easy on the eyes, too. But the best part? Check out his name: He sounds like my “third son,” Chase, who attends Rice University. Hey, he’s a natural choice!