Tomorrow, America will choose which 4 acts are going to be in the final four of America's Got Talent. And, you know, it's actually kinda stiff competition, even for a summer show. Bodog has the odds up on who's left:

The young singer Julienne Irwin at 7/2, Soul musician Cas Haley at 5/4, Singer Robert Hatcher at 9/1, Ventriloguist Terry Fator at 4/1, Singer and beatboxer Butterscotch at 3/1, Country man Jason Pritchett at 19/2, Martial arts dancers (?) Sideswipe at 11/1 and Singers The Glamazons at 7/1 . So? Top 4?

The best odds are on Butterscotch, Cas Haley, Terry Fator and The Glamazons. The odds could be a little misleading, because Cas Haley has the advantage over Butterscotch. Seriously. His odds are 5/4, meaning if you bet $4 on his and he wins it all, you'll win $5, plus your original $4 back-- that's $9 overall. Now, with Butterscotch at 3/1, if you bet $4 on her, and she wins it all, you'll get $12, plus your original $4 back-- that's $16. It seems to me that Butterscotch has paved a pretty clear path to win so far: she's versatile, the beatboxes, sings, and plays piano, as opposed to Cas who plays guitar while singing exceptionally. Would America have more sympathy for the young beatboxer? I think so.

Labels: America's Got Talent, Bodog

posted by Kari at 1:03 PM

All from this week, people. The end is near.

1. Paris Hilton has found God and purpose. That plus my neighbor, the psychic who was once on a plane with Paris told me that Paris is definitely touched by the spirit. She didn't mean vodka.

2. Age of Love: This show makes "The Real World: Las Vegas" look like Masterpiece Freakin' Theatre. Mark Philippoussis, yes, professional tennis player that he is, must find true love among twelve women. Six are in their forties and six are in their twenties. The women in their forties? Smart and accomplished. The women in their twenties? Dumb as rocks. You tell me what he'll do. But don't be a fool. Tune in to watch this train wreck on Monday.

3. Did I mention Reunited: The Real World Las Vegas: This is a show in which former Real World Las Vegas alumni come back and relive the experience. EVEN THE ONE WHO IS NOW MARRIED WITH CHILDREN. Oh my God. People. Give it up. You're not that sexy any more (except for Alton and Trishelle). Embarassing. I'm watching every episode.

4. Rosie O'Donnell possibly replacing Bob Barker? Nooooooooooooo. Please, no. Bob Barker was a sweet old man who wanted us to take care of our pets. Rosie O'Donnell is, well, Rosie. I really don't want her political commentary while somebody's trying to guess the price of toothpaste.

5. America's Got Talent: Just watch an hour. Then wonder why American students don't take math or science classes any longer.

Labels: age of love, America's Got Talent, Paris Hilton, real world, reality, Rosie O'Donnell

posted by pregamejocelyn at 5:27 PM

Last week I moaned and groaned about how much I hated America's Got Talent, Hasselhof not withstanding. But apparently America LOVED it. It was the highest rated summer debut. I think Armageddon is coming.

Click to read about its debut here. Sigh.

Labels: America's Got Talent, reality, TV

posted by pregamejocelyn at 12:16 PM

Yeah, I admit it. Last night I watched the reruns of America's Got Talent on Bravo. People, seriously. Even whomever wins this hasn't really won because their reputation will be forever blurred by the image in my mind of old folks singing and skinny guys juggling tennis rackets and that guy -- THAT ONE. You know the one. The world's oldest male stripper. That's actually how he introduced himself.

Bodog's got a line on whether the winner will be an individual or a group. Too bad they can't put up a line on whether the winner will be a total idiot who didn't get enough attention as a kid. I'd bet on that one.

Labels: America's Got Talent, reality, TV

posted by pregamejocelyn at 4:12 PM