It never ceases to amaze me how quickly my favorite house guests can become my least favorite. Derrick has been playing a great game. He was pretty low key. Good at calming people down and guiding them to a decision that benefits him, without them having a clue that he is manipulating them. I liked Derrick, I really liked him.
And then came Team America. Since he was informed that we voted for him to be in a secret alliance with America, Derrick's game has gone into hyper drive. America loves them! The viewers believe in them! Team America must fight the good fight for the good of all! They must always vote together! They need a secret hand signal! Plus, it's $5,000 a mission, dude! Ugh.
The cool, calm, collected, undercover player has turned into a blithering nincompoop overnight. Now that he won HOH, he has only gotten worse. Another overnight transformation. He is talking game so fast and furious it makes my head hurt.
This happens to me every season. A player I love in the morning is banned from my presence by nightfall. I change cameras every time they enter a room. I rant, I rave, I throw popcorn at them whenever they are on screen. Boo! Hiss! Off with their head!
Live feeders are fickle. Whimsical! Fancy free! We love who we love, until we don't. Every now and then, we like having someone new to hate in the house. And today, the first day of week three, I feel refreshed and renewed as I await the results of the Battle Of The Block. I smile a wicked smile as I imagine all kinds of things that can go wrong with Derrick's plan to lead Team America in their mission of good and holy works.
I better run to the store for more popcorn, just in case he ends up being HOH for the week.
Have a Dorky Day!
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