'The Biggest Loser' Focuses on Losers; Douchebags.

For those who know me, know that I'm no fan of reality television. Well, network reality.

I've oft been a fan of science and discovery television, but on occasion, a particular show on the networks will tickle my fancy.

I've been watching the 'Biggest Loser' for about three seasons, and I've been inspired by great people doing great things to overcome obstacles which have been destroying their lives.

The idea of weight loss without drugs, but a super intense daily workout regiment provide the backdrop, while each contestant battles their own demons vying for the $250,000 grand prize.

Those eliminated each week are still playing at home, for the chance to win a 2nd place prize of $100,000.

All thanks to Jell-O. Because there's always room for Jell-O.

I've been mostly pleased, occasionally frustrated, and sometimes surprised about the twists of the show, which has the tendency of making me want to punch the screen in the face.

However, the one thing about this show is that most of the contestants are savvy enough to boot the contestants with game play up their sleeve.

This year doesn't seem to be the case.

It appears this season is full of lazy, pathetic schemers who give the show a bad name. Of course, a few contestants oppose the new setting of 'Loser' (Colleen, Michelle, and Amy are the strongest that come to mind), but that doesn't carry the morality torch that makes the show incredibly inspiring stories.

This season, one couple has made me want to puke this season out of my brain. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but Brady and Vikki are easily the worst game players I've ever seen.

And yet the others seem to follow them like blind sheep.

When it records, I think about hitting my delete button on my DVR and starting over next season (January).

Though tonight that may have changed with one of the two players being eliminated this week in a surprise vote from one of their own team mates, causing what appears to be a rift in the 'Blue' team on campus.

Even still, I'm a little bored and disturbed by the casting department's lousy choices this year.

I mean, I understand they're basically minimum wage wannabe actors forced to skim through 50,000 videos, but let's be honest, it's an easy gig. Almost as easy as being a corpse on 'CSI: Miami."

Season 7 is already cast, and if it's anything like this year, it'll be the last.

Shame because it truly is and has been an inspirational show. That, and if I see another night with Howie Mandel, I really WILL punch the tv.