Please take a moment right now to say a prayer for Derrick and the Veterans. I want my boy to take home the prize.
Okay, now back to work.
UPDATE: It's over. Derrick lost the final male Gauntlet and then the rookies took it all. I don't really care that the rookies won. The veterans were good losers. It was all kind of anti-climatic after Derrick got booted. Derrick should not have fucking gotten the boot.
It's a cruel, cruel world.
ANOTHER UPDATE: ONE HOUR LATER:
I just re-read this and even though I only used the word "boot" twice (once in the past tense, natch), it feels really repetitive the second time. I should have found another word. Blame my laziness on the fact that I was trying to pick my heart up from off of the ground and stick it back into my chest after watching Derrick getting kicked to the curb.
(As TJ would say, "no words, man. No words.")
I don't know what to do with my life now that the Gauntlet is over. You might think I'm speaking hyperbolically, and maybe I am just a little, but just a little, you know? I really do feel like there's not as much to look forward to on Monday nights. (I'm enjoying How I Met Your Mother, but it doesn't pack the same visceral "I'm alive!" punch that the Gauntlet did.)
Also, my Tivo didn't record the aftershow reunion (I don't watch anything live) and so I think a lot of people (Bonnie, that includes you) got closure at the end of their Gauntlet experience (Uma, did you get to see the aftershow too?), but I didn't get any closure.
I feel hollow.