That's The Way The Cookie Cake Crumbles
On Wednesday night, Two-A-Days wrapped up its surprisingly involving season in two parts. The first half aired on MTV. The second on the internet. I haven't watched part two yet (and rumor has it MTV will air it next week anyway), but in the spirit of not having to wait eons for recaps to come out, I thought I'd go ahead and post about part one. Besides, the first half had the big state championship game, and that's all we care about, right?
Nevertheless, I have to admit that I've enjoyed Two-A-Days all season, but I haven't quite loved it. I still don't think I love it, but Wednesday night's episode really seemed to, I don't know, "communicate" with me (gosh, I'm sound idiotic already). Okay, starting over. Point is, what I liked about Wednesday's episode is that it seemed to really capture the spirit of high school in a way we rare get to see in pop culture. For a while, Laguna Beach seemed to touch on it, but in its third season, the show has somehow veered off course. Made probably comes closest, but that show's contrived situations always undermine the "reality" of what we're seeing. Two-A-Days, however, feels truly like high school. Everything -- from the sterile hallways to the baggy sweatshirts people wear at lunch -- is like a trip back in time (silly hairstyles excluded). I guess that's why this show has endeared itself to surprisingly large audiences. Hmmm... I'm rambling. I think I pretty much exhausted this topic. On to the show!
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It's that time of year again! Thanksgiving in Hoover, Alabama! At least, such was the case in the latest Two-A-Days episode, which amusingly aired just in time for Canadian Thanksgiving (whattup, Quebeckers!). Anyway, I realize this episode aired a week ago, but on the day I was planning to write this recap, I actually went to a football game in San Diego, and I think if there's any reason to put off Two-A-Days, it's for football, am I right? Even Coach Propst couldn't fault me for that. Well, I suppose he could, but luckily, he's on the other side of the country from me, probably spitting on a fern as we speak.
Okay, so here's the deal. I watched the latest episode of Two-A-Days several days ago. I took notes and was planning on writing up the recap, but then I had to board a plane, and then it was Rosh Hashannah and then The Amazing Race was on, and just when I was getting ready to sit down and relive Homecoming 2005 at Hoover High School, my laptop up and flunked out on me! Monitor? Kaput! So there went my Tuesday plans. But now I'm here installed at my mom's office on an ancient PC with Windows 98 and a delete key so small I keep pressing "\" instead. If you see a high number of slashes in my post, you'll know why. But enough with the excuses. If Coach Propst heard all the bull-fooey I've been serving up, he'd have ripped me a new one and then some. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?
Last time on Two-A-Days, our young group of highly talented and finely coiffed Hoover Bucs had just had their asses handed to them by a team from Tuscaloosa. The last time I was in Alabama, somebody tried to explain to me why everybody from Alabama hates people from Tuscaloosa, but I wasn't paying attention because I was still trying to figure out why the hell sweet tea was so popular. Whatever the case, the Hoover loss to Tuscaloosa Prep was nothing short of an embarrassment, and coach Pabst let them know it. While the kids might have felt like shit after such a bad loss, the most awful part about the loss was knowing that their coach was going to use that week of practice to make them feel even worse.