Man, what a difference a week makes. Last week (or, shall I say, a few days ago) I was high as a kite. Riding the positive waves of love and support coming from all of you. And then…March Madness happened. And while I’m a frickin’ yuge fan of NCAA basketball, it really bit us in the pooper.

Even though he took the blame for it, I can’t fault Reality Steve for holding the column. Let’s get that clear right off. Because any time there’s a choice between Survivor and a sportsbook, I’m leaning sportsbook. Sorry if that diminishes my Überfan credentials, but c’mon…it’s March frickin’ Madness. I remember road tripping to Tucson in 1989 to the McKale Center for the 1st Round. That trip is a little foggy cuz we did some pot back then. But I do remember driving 100mph across the desert, staying at a dingy motel near Arizona Univ., and seeing the finals bound Seton Hall Pirates file past us into the arena. They looked like criminals…

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Welcome back, one and all, to a little something we call the season long Survivor roast. Now that doesn’t mean I’m necessarily gonna be ripping everyone all season, quite the contrary. I’m still a Survivor Über-fan at heart, but it’s just so gosh darn fun to poke fun at these guys, isn’t it?

Fish is in particularly high spirits tonight, so I hope that bodes well for the recap. It’s always easier to write when in a good mood – that’s why writing and tequila doesn’t mix for me – and there are so many reasons to be happy.

First, I’ve been getting a lot of love this week on social media. Fish fans, readers, Survivor fans, frickin’ COACH! A lot of love has been coming this way, so lemme throw my hands up and bow down at your feet. You’re the reason I do this – it certainly ain’t the money! – and I do appreciate all those messages…especially the dirty ones (you know who you are!).

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I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch, Oh, the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact

Let’s get this clear, straight away…I am not sober.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, your friendly neighborhood Fish is back to amuse you, confuse you, and drink booze with you… Who’s got the first round?

Before we dig into Season 34, there are a few things I wanted to go over first. In case you’re new to the column, please be prepared for some R-rated banter. Some X-rated thoughts, some boozy references, a lot of Survivor knowledge, and perhaps a d**k joke or two. Hope you don’t mind. There are deep recesses in my brain that only get visited on Wednesday nights, so forgive me if I cross a line with you. But don’t sweat the small stuff, babe. I’m just going for a laugh…

Alrighty then… Time to move on to props. Gotta throw it out to Mr. Reality Steve who’s been supporting my habit for 7 seasons now. (Damn, it’s been a … Continue reading →