It didn't take long for this show to prove why we love it so much. Only moments after starting, one guy took a spill and gashed his knee open, bleeding all over LAX. He and his spoiled daughter hopped a shuttle bus to the emergency clinic and narrowly avoided missing their flight to Uruguay. It's this sort of uncontrolled chaos that keeps the show going. Who knows when a team will carry a slab of beef too far in a challenge? And what's to stop some frantic duos from completely missing sections of the race? It's all part of the beauty of the game.

Returning from her reality adventures in the Big Brother house last year, Allison proves that she's still the shallow biatch we've always remembered. We still don't know why Donny puts up with her, and we're even more confused as to how she does so damn well in these competitions. But I'm confident that her team will implode one of these days, and she'll be back in the reality graveyard. Then again, that's what I said about her last year. Meanwhile, twins Kami and Karli ran around like chickens with their heads cut off - if those chickens looked like Mary Stuart Masterson. They provided plenty of uninentional humor by frequently marching right by clues and even skipping their Detour by accident. Somehow they managed to cross that finish line without accidentally sailing off to Antarctica.

Of course the flaxen twins weren't the only ones confused by the clear directions. Married couple Chip and Kim missed their Detour also, but still managed to finish ahead of a few teams. I personally enjoyed Bob and Joyce as our token old couple. Joyce powered across a zipline while Bob chanted "Go Joyce Go! Go Joyce Go!" If there's anything better than watching the nice old people beat the youngin's, it's seeing what sort of crazy cheerleading styles they adopt.

Bowling moms Linda and Karen had a jolly old time running from country to country, and they certainly had the most amusing splashes into the hotel pool during the Detour. Brothers Marshall and Lance were the resident tough guys, but they seemed to be trying too hard to be the take-no-shit New Yawkahs (even though they're from Texas). Also thrown into the mix were a pair of Bible-toting models whose strong faith didn't get in the way of petty squabbles. Imagine that. In the middle of the pack were Colin and Christie, a pair of lovebirds from San Antonio. Christie's defining features were her large breasts and her uncanny resemblance to Nicole from the Bible group. Colin's defining features were a menacing scowl and an overall ax-murderer persona that probably will lead to many a passive-aggressive argument in the back of a cab.