Geez…finally…a night where the television programming includes something other than a track, a field, a doped-up female shotputter, a disputed gold medal or a snotty Russian gymnast. It seems much longer than a week since my world was transformed into a utopia full of puppies and rainbows, yet magically free of underestimated attorneys and little people.

Now, I need to come up with a new catch phrase for The Amazing Race.

Although I couldn’t come up with anything nearly as brilliant as the term “Philiminated,” coined by Miss Alii at Television Without Pity, I gave it a try with “Phillissimo,” blatantly mocking Mirna’s chronic overusage of the Italian term for “beautiful.”

Sadly, now that Charla & Mirna have indeed been eliminated, if I continue to use that phrase it will look kind of…odd…since the objects of my mockery are no longer in the race. Guess it’s back to the dictionary for me, where I’ll continue to look for useful words that begin with something that sounds like “Phil.” Maybe I’ll luck out and the teams will have to dig something out of a landphil. Or, perhaps one team member will need to go to the dentist for an emergency philling. Maybe they’ll have to go back to Gauchogentina and eat a kilogram of phillet mignon. Yeah, you’re right…all three of those suck. I’ll keep looking.