When
Clare was small, we used to watch Legends of the Hidden Temple on
Nickelodeon. Well, kind of watched. My five-year old was too busy bouncing off
furniture to pay much attention to those pesky temple guards lurking in the
shadows. Contestants tried to cross the
water without falling in, Clare tried to leap from chair to couch without
cracking her head open. No sugar that I’m
aware of was ingested before show time.
The
NBC summer hit American Ninja Warrior is the Hidden Temple on steroids (double
entendre or factual observation, your pick).
Men and women with way too much time on their hands train in order to
get through an obstacle course designed by the Marquis de Sade or a close
friend; anybody want to run up a perpendicular wall? If she’s home, Clare will watch, though she
doesn’t feel the urge to jump on any furniture.
Seeing all these wannabe Tarzans, I really miss Kirk Fogg. Now there was an mc.
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