Seven Minutes in Hell
The first thing I see is the very end of Basketball Wives LA. A big brouhaha looks like it’s about to happen and then nothing. Even the coming attractions for next week’s show look, well, not so exciting.
Guess what came on next? Yep, you guessed it, Lala’s Full Court Press.
Yes, I’m doing what I said I wouldn’t do less than 24 hours ago. (Sue me.) I’m writing about Lala Anthony.
Full disclosure: I’m not some TV snob who doesn’t watch any reality shows. In fact, I watch a lot of reality shows. I tune into most of the Housewives franchises, The Millionaire Matchmaker, The Rachel Zoe Project, Flipping Out – actually I watch nearly everything on Bravo. I was even suckered into watching Jersey Shore every week.
But there are some shows that I refuse to watch for whatever reason, such as anything Kardashian – I’d rather poke my eyes out than watch that dreck – The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Big Brother, Survivor etc.
Anyway, I attempted to watch Lala’s show and I’m not kidding, I only lasted seven minutes. I couldn’t do it. I was bored out of my mind and I just didn’t care about anything she was talking about.
The big dilemma in tonight’s riveting episode was finding out where Melo was headed during the trade deadline drama. Well, we already know how that story ends don’t we Knicks fans? Yeah.
So now I feel like a total hypocrite. But hey, if I were a total hypocrite I’d've watched the whole show and then ended up watching it and recapping it every week, right?
(That’s just what I’ll tell myself to make myself feel better…)
This damn lockout needs to end soon.




