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Our 2nd episode features the one and only Real Deal Jaleel White! He’s not Urkel anymore, he’s all growns up and doing cool things like hosting “Total Blackout!” on the Syfy network. We show a few clips purchase viagra from that, a clip from The Amazing Race, and Zev tells Jaleel not to “fuck this up”… check it out!
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Our first real “Let’s Get Digital!” episode – with buy cheap viagra now special guest Will Sasso from Mad TV & The Three Stooges, among other things.
Zev busts out his silver pajamas from The Amazing Race, Zev sings to Will, and Will helps us figure out what our show should be.
We’ll be having fun like this on TradioV.com/la every monday at 6pm Pacific. Join us.
We happened to be riding the ferry with the mayor of a neighboring town – a nice young guy with slicked back hair who looked a lot like Gavin Newsome, San Francisco’s mayor.
Gavin took a look at our clue and told us the “World of Ocean” in the clue was referring to Ocean World, one of Manly’s main attractions, and “7 miles from Sydney and 1000 miles from care” was a reference to Manly itself, which is where we were headed.
“Ocean World is not far from the dock,” Gavin said. “When you get off the ferry, you’re going to want to take a left and head down the beach. It’s a quick run up the coast. You can’t miss it.”
“Great, more running,” Zev said.
“Get used to it,” I told him. “It’s a race.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Thankfully, this run was quicker than the one to the ship. We found the cluebox right where the Mayor had said it would be – right by the entrance to Ocean World.
Race Rules stated that we each needed to do 5 Roadblocks by the time the last leg rolled around, assuming we made it that far. We had decided beforehand that I’d start things off, especially if it was a swimming challenge, which it sounded like this was.
“You do it,” Zev said.
“I’ll do it,” I announced as I ripped open the rest of the clue.
I was to head into Ocean World and SCUBA dive in a shark tank, where I would have to look for a compass.
As I scrambled to the changing area, we saw teams from the 1st plane just leaving the challenge, which was good news – we weren’t far behind.
I quickly changed into my wetsuit and climbed down into a shallow wading pool, where an instructor was waiting to give me a crash course in SCUBA diving. I had never done it before, mostly out of fear. There was no time for that now.
The teacher was nice and reassuring, which put me at ease, which is exactly where I needed to be to deal with the initial shock of an extended period of underwater breathing. It does not come naturally – to me anyway – and was not easy to get used to.
I realized pretty quickly that that staying calm and focusing on my breathing was the key. If you don’t stay calm, you might quickly find yourself panicking, and panic leads to more panic, which is not a good path to go down when you’re underwater with sharks all around you.
So as I lowered myself into the main tank I put the sharks and stingrays out of my mind and thought only about the in… out…. of my breathing, and my search for this compass I was supposed to be looking for, which I was told I would know when I saw.
It took a few seconds to get my bearings.
I let myself sink to the bottom and started to explore the sand on the floor of the tank with my fingers, thinking the compass was probably small and might be buried… but the sand looked like as though it had already been combed-through by everyone else.
I decided to find a place in the tank that others might not have wanted to check out for whatever reason. In general on The Race, it pays to go the way your gut tells you not to. “They” know what your gut is going to do before you do, and they count on it.
I need unexplored territory. But where?
I stopped and looked around. There was a tunnel running down the middle of the tank that looked tough and uninviting to climb over.
I moved to the tunnel and found that a net had been laid over one part to make it easier to climb, so I reached up, grabbed hold, and started to make my way over it.
After a slight struggle, I was on the other side.
I made my way towards the far end, into a dark, nearly pitch-black corner, which felt exactly like the less-explored area I was looking for.
Sure enough, there in the corner, leaning up against a wall, was a big, golden compass.
I thought about celebrating, but I was using my mouth for breathing, so I couldn’t yell like I wanted to just yet.
Don’t drown. This isn’t the time.
I grabbed the compass, tucked it under my arm, and starting making my way back across the tunnel, trying not to let my excitement interrupt my air intake.
It was a little tough to get back over the tunnel with the heavy compass in my hands, but I managed by tossing it out in front of me in the water a little and chasing it up and over the glass. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Zev through the window below me pumping his fist, and I answered with one of my own – but I had to check myself.
Stay focused on the breathing. In… out… and ignore the sharks.
When I surfaced back in the instruction pool, I finally let out the yell of excitement that had been building inside of me. A lot of things were going through me – I was pumped to have found the compass, happy to have successfully SCUBA dove for the first time, and just generally thrilled to be back on The Race again and living in the moment.
“Yeah!” I shouted again.
It was understandable. I hadn’t been far from that myself when I first went viagra north shore under.
“Just breathe,” I told her, giving her a reassuring rub on the back. “That’s the most important thing.”
I’m not sure she heard me, but I didn’t stick around to find out. I climbed out of the tank and moved to the changing room, ready to move on.
We took the shuttle to the International terminal and jogged inside to the designated counter marked by our red & yellow route flags… flags you never stop getting excited to see when you’re on The Race.
“Welcome to Qantas,” the nice-looking Australian at the QANTAS counter said.
We were the 1st team to check in – a good feeling, if only symbolic. We asked for seats close to the front of the plane, then hung around to finally meet and speak to everyone – anxious to see which teams would be on our flight, which would be on the second flight, and even more importantly – which team would be stuck with the dreaded Double Detour.
There were 8 hours to kill until our flight left – the first in what would surely be a long line of long waits.
The Race is exciting and full of surprises, not the least of which is how much down time there actually is. Not that any of us would complain – but it’s actually the viagra cheap canada down time – the sleeping in airports, the sleeping on sidewalks, the days without eating – that makes The Race so difficult. The challenges themselves are tough to be sure, but the lack of sleep and malnourishment is what really wears you down.
After a few minutes, the teams began to show up in bunches. Gary & Mallory, Kris & Amanda, and Jen & Keisha would be the 3 teams on the second flight, and having figured QANTAS out last, it would be Kris & Amanda who had the unpleasant feeling of having that Double Detour hanging over their heads the whole way to Australia… an unenviable position to be in.
But unlike the team that had been eliminated right at the start of our season, at least Kris & Amanda had a fighting chance.
All you have to do is beat 1 team. Anything can happen.
Everyone greeted each other warmly. We knew each other a bit from watching each other’s seasons, so less small talk was necessary, which was fine by us. Small talk has never been Zev’s thing.
The 8 teams on the first flight boarded our plane feeling good that we wouldn’t be racing for last – first is nice, but not-last is all that matters. We were glad to have that be the other flight’s problem.
But halfway to Australia, the tables turned.
The in-flight intercom crackled. The Pilot came on to tell us that a man with a pacemaker needed emergency medical attention… meaning we would have to drop him off in Honolulu… meaning we would have to go an hour out of our way, land, and spend an extra hour and a half to two hours refueling…
So thanks to one sick dude getting on a plane too soon after his heart surgery, our 90-minute lead had turned into a 90-minute deficit.
Don’t get me wrong – we’re human beings first – we all knew getting the guy the attention he needed was more important than our Race, all things considered… But as the Sick Man WALKED OFF WITHOUT ASSISTANCE in Honululu, I’d be lying if I said every one of us wasn’t staring daggers through him.
It was a brutal way to get The Race started, but The Race is a metaphor for life – You never know what’s coming. Sometimes guys with pacemakers get in the way.
Hopefully the guy’s ok.
This is a story from a few years back, but it’s one of our favorites…
Jason “J-Mac” McElwain, an autistic basketball player, got into a high school game in the 4th Quarter and tied a school record with SIX 3-POINTERS IN FOUR MINUTES. An incredible feat for anyone, let alone someone with autism.
We had the pleasure of meeting Jason when we went on CBS’ The Talk a few months ago. Great guy. Zev has a pretty nasty 3-Point stroke also – he’s been known to get on hot streaks of his own in our Men’s Rec League hoops games – so we asked if they could find us viagra prescriptions a hoop on the lot to conduct a little shoot-out… but there was no hoop to be found. The showdown had to wait.
But whenever J-Mac’s ready, Zev’s ready.
A few months ago Zev and I went to Venice, CA, just to discount viagra levitra hang out. I decided to film Zev because he’s funny to film. I figured the mix of Zev and a colorful place like Venice might be a good mix. You be the judge.
(Please excuse the format… I didn’t realize I was supposed to turn my phone sideways. Rookie mistake. Won’t happen again.)
As if sensing the moment was upon us, the wind started to pick up and carried a sideways rain with it.
“Now I’m going to tell you what I need from you,” Phil shouted over the wind.
“Here we go bud,” I said to Zev under my breath.
Phil seemed to look everyone in the eyes all at once. He’s good at that.
“I need you… to bring me… Queensland and Northern Territories Aerial Services.”
Everyone looked at their partners, trying to process it.
Phil said it again, more slowly.
“Queensland… and Northern Territory… Aerial Services.”
As we had walked past the field of paper airplane-looking things, I noticed that each paper airplane had the name of an airline on it.
My mind went to work.
Queensland. Is that England? No – Australia…
…Australia… Airlines….What’s an Australian airline?
Suddenly Dustin Hoffman was in my head.
Rainman. Why is Rainman in my head?
Because “Qantas never crashed.”
QANTAS. An Australian airline. Queensland And Northern Territories Aerial Services. There it is.
“I got it,” I said quietly to Zev, breathing a sigh of relief.
“What is it?” He asked.
I leaned in close, making sure nobody else could hear.
Another pound. The excitement was there, but now thankfully the pressure subsided a bit. We still had to find the thing, but at least we knew what we were looking for, which we were pretty sure put us in better shape than most.
Phil raised his hand. It was time.
His hand dropped. We all took off, scrambling as quickly as we could across the rugged dunes into the field of paper airplanes. There were hundreds and hundreds of them, sitting atop tall wire poles – but they were laid out in a grid of rows and columns to make them easier to move through.
Zev and I picked a row.
“You look left, I’ll look right,” I told him as we moved quickly but cautiously, taking care not to miss anything.
We could feel the other teams in there with us, but the adrenaline was pumping too hard and we were too focused on what we were doing to actually see anyone. We kept our eyes peeled, but as we approached the end of our row it seemed we had seen every airline except QANTAS.
Finally, at the very end of the row, I saw one – 2 rows over. I ran towards it, pulled it down from the top of the pole, and tucked it under my arm to make sure nobody could read it.
“Got it Zev!” I yelled.
“Yeah!” He yelled back.
Together we started running through the field back to Phil. We got to him second. Mel and Mike were already there. They were movie fanatics like us, but I didn’t have time to ask them if Rainman had led them to it also.
“Congratulations, here’s your clue,” Phil said after looking at our planes.
He handed clues to Mel & Mike, then to us. Zev and I hi-fived each other as we moved aside and ripped ours open, bumping ever-so-slightly into the Cowboys who had moseyed in behind us.
ROUTE INFO: FLY TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA AND TAKE IN ‘A SOUTHERN SWAN ON THE ROCKS’.
Australia was a spot neither Zev nor I had been. We were excited to be heading there, but as Zev would repeatedly point buy online viagra out, this was as much a business trip as anything else… It didn’t matter where The Race took us, we were here to win.
We grabbed our backpacks and ran over to the first in a line of eleven brand new 2012 Ford Focuses. We had our tickets already, so getting to the airport quickly didn’t really matter other than for the purpose of getting seats close to the front of the plane… but it felt like getting the first car and leaving the windmill farm first and getting to the airport first would be a good way to let The Race Gods know we were in it to win it this time.
So we tossed our bags in the trunk of that first car – despite the fact that it was canary yellow – hopped in, and I floored it out of the wind farm.
We headed East on the I-10, back towards LA and LAX, where we knew we had a good 8 hours to kill before that first flight to Sydney.
But we didn’t care. The Race was ON.