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TV Show Review: Baggage

    Hey, everyone. Realizing that everyone's taste and sensibilities are different, I want to review a really different TV show. It's called Baggage. It's on the Game Show Network, at 9:30PM eastern time.
     To begin with, the host for this game show is Jerry Springer. Yes, that Jerry Springer. I have never watched the Jerry Springer Show. No particular reason, I just don't like game shows. Plus, I don't like fussing and fighting, real or staged, except in movies and video games. My wife got a kick out of this show, however, and urged me to watch it. So I tried it.
    Here's the recipe. It's like The Dating Game on steroids. You have a contestant who has to choose between three members of the opposite sex with whom they are to have a date. The catch is this. Each of the three comes on stage with three suitcases, a small, medium and large. As they open their baggage one at a time, their quirks are revealed. This leads to their elimination as a date, one at a time. After the contestant selects his dream date, he or she has to reveal their own 'baggage'. At this point the date who has been selected is free to reject that person for their baggage.
    The baggage ranges from inconsequential to really bizarre. I'm sure a certain amount of it is dreamed up and I'm fairly certain some of it is real. For instance, one lady's small bag revealed that she always carries her own silverware when she goes out to eat. Another revealed that she patronizes 37 different fortunetellers. There are some that I can't mention.
    I like Jerry as the host. He does a nice job and is quite funny. This is not for everyone but it's really different and interesting. I like it quite a bit. Maybe because it makes me feel a little more normal?
     A quick note about games. I mentioned a game called Pro Zombie Soccer and it's new replacement, Pro Zombie Soccer Apocalypse. These two games are serious fun. The first is free on the app store and Apocalypse has a lite version which is free. I don't have the paid version yet but I plan to get it. I do wish there was a way to turn off the blood but other than that, let me say that the games are funny and fun. I recommend them. You are a soccer player whose only weapon against the zombie hordes is a soccer ball that he kicks with power. As the game progresses you are endowed with lighting bolts which strike you and blast out of your foot into the ball. Later you have penetrating power which tears through whole herds of zombies at a time. You also get the power of aiming a laser beam from a satellite to nuke a narrow band of the filthy rascals. This laser is sighted with the I-Pad's gyroscope controls. The games, I suspect, may be much like the TV show I just described, not for everyone. But hey, try the free version and dump it if you don't like it. These Zombies have some serious baggage (ha,ha), by the way. Some crawl under the ground like moles, occasionally reaching a hand up to grab at their prey. Others are huge, like monsters. Some are in junkyards and use old gas tanks off cars as shields. The game is not hard to learn or play, which is good for me.
     Have a good week, and think of us here at the green retreat. I'm CE Wills.
   

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