I realized that I've fully aged into Judgy McJudgerson, Neighborhood Crank status when my response to this moment was "Get a job, manchild!" What is Sam, 25, 26? With two small children at home, but he can afford to dink around in the wilderness for 1-3 months? Hhrmmph. (I'm also both amused and irritated by Sam's very vocal pride in his half-assed craft projects, like the greatest spoon ever carved and the rickety wilderness Squatty Potty. Meanwhile, Britt's building a damn sled and whittling semi-intricate ornaments. I wonder if Sam has a lot of Participant trophies at home...?)
I worried for Fuckin' Larry when he climbed that mountain; completely shocked that he didn't follow that up with the traditional tap! I also laughed when he mentioned that last time, he craved and missed sweets, because you don't say, Mr. Tower of Bakery Boxes. I think Larry and I would get along in real life, with our sugar cravings and gutter mouths and jobs that are...just jobs. I don't know if he's got it in him to win this thing, but dammit, I still like him.
Dave, good luck. You were always a little too deliberately kooky for my taste, but with a proper haircut and some meat on your bones you're a handsome dude. Do keep all your own teeth in your head if you can, please.
Britt is the most entertaining and interesting to watch, for me. I love that he experiments, thinks it through, makes mistakes and attempts to learn from them. I think his attitude might be the thing that propels him to the win.