Well, you could try improving ratings by getting 52% of the population up off the bench.
No?
Better as spouses and cheerleaders?
Well then, crash & burn, baby. Unless you’re going to market these couples as real people (and from what I’ve seen, they aren’t. From what I’ve seen of the couples [they aren’t selling this as a boxing reality tv show, but a “character” show “about” the boxers and their families], they’re pretty gender-conformist), what you’ve got is a niche sport that you’re only showing as being performed by less than half the population.
Ratings burn. Raise the bar, would you?
All that said, I intend to watch the first show. After all, I e-mailed Jenn from Denver and made her tape the latest installment of the puke-fest that is Battlestar Galactica on that King of All Misogynist Channels, Sci-fi. It’s like an abusive relationship: you like the idea of what you could possibly experience, you’re deeply invested, and you keep hoping it’ll get better.
Like a rat and random electric shocks.
