Since it’s killing me that I’m not able to share the bombshell of a finale the “Bachelor” has coming, and I’m horrible at keeping secrets, I figured to be fair, I’d open it up to the sleuthers out there whose lives seem to revolve around this sort of stuff. Not that I haven’t read all your guesses thus far, but frankly, I want to keep reading more because they’re funny. Especially the one about me using the phrase “asleep at the wheel” in a post this week. Come to find out some nut job writes there’s a band here in Texas called “Asleep at the Wheel,” who has a song about a girl, and they dissected those lyrics looking for clues. Listen, first off, I’ve never heard of that band in my life. Second, I’m not smart enough to come up with something like that. And lastly, I’m sure “Asleep at the Wheel” sucks. No offense.

So, for the next four weeks leading up to the finale, in my Tuesday column, I will be … Continue reading →

Needless to say, the response to yesterdays news has everyone in a tizzy. As I expected. Look, I expect people to doubt me. I expect people to think I’m doing this for publicity. I expect people to say that I don’t know anything, or that ABC is paying me to divert people’s attention. I’ve heard it all these last 24 hours. All I can tell you is you’re wrong. Let everything play itself out, watch the finale, be shocked at what you see, and just remember who warned you ahead of time. That’s all I’m getting at. Don’t hate the player, hate the game (I’ve always wanted to use that phrase).

I love the message boarders who say I don’t know anything, and that they studied the screencaps so they know what happened, and that this persons arm has a freckle here and here, so that means this, and that means that. And the pinky ring is the key to everything. I love it all. Keep it coming. Especially the FORT boarders whose panties … Continue reading →