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TV Tuesday: Red Wolves, Pretty Little Liars, and a Confession


Welcome to your Tuesday viewing update—better known as the night after baseball died in Arkansas for 2012 (the Cardinals got beat down by the Giants in Game 7), the night after the final presidential debate (this election can’t be resolved quickly enough), and the night of crappy singing and dancing shows like The X-Factor, Dancing with the Stars, and The Voice. Without Sons of Anarchy and Pretty Little Liars, Tuesdays would be a lost cause. However, don’t fret; it’s Arkansas State’s night to be on primetime on ESPN. The Red Wolves (4-3 overall, 2-1 conference) travel to Cajun Field to take on LA-Lafayette (4-2, 2-1) for a key matchup in the Sun Belt. Both teams are chasing those mighty Warhawks of ULM, who are undefeated in Sun Belt play.

The game will be aired on ESPN2, beginning at 8 PM ET. I believe I read that ULL is a 4.5 point favorite. I hope my alma mater has a solid showing—it’s very important to take advantage of these situations. With that being said, I expect the Red Wolves to play well. I have a hunch that Gus Malzahn will treat this game like an audition for a better gig. I hope that means a heavy dose of creative play calling. I’m a sucker for trick plays.

PLL Note: As I’m trying to write this blog, my wife says she has a serious question, so she sets up a scenario: “You and your cousins are sitting in Chili’s and Aria, Spencer, Hanna, and Emily walk in. You have to rank them—” Wait… I tried to get an explanation for why this was important, but it was just one of those questions your wife asks that you can’t escape. Take note, single guys. Even after I gave her my answer, she wasn’t happy. Typical. Well, I dislike Chili’s anyway; she should have picked a better restaurant and maybe I would have played along better. I mean, those girls aren’t walking into Chili’s randomly, right? I’m thinking more along the lines of Apple Rose Grille.

(Via http://prettylittleliars.alloyentertainment.com/
How would you rank them? [Is this objectifying women too much?])


PLL Note II: This also reminds me of something even more important: Ezra Fitz. Why are male English teachers always portrayed as these deep, attractive characters in popular literature? Don’t get me wrong: that’s exactly how I see myself. However, I taught college English for three years and I never made out with a student in a bar bathroom (of course, I was married). I know I’m no Ezra Fitz, but I don’t look terrible…right? Right?! I feel like this show is so misleading for young boys who might have an interest in teaching English. Your job won’t be that interesting—and if it is, you may end up in prison.

(This is all I remember about teaching: grading)


I guess I can’t hide the truth any longer; I have watched some PLL. I was especially interested in the first season. However, I got sick of thinking I had solved the mystery of “A” only to be wrong. I’ve only watched the show sporadically since the first season. Maybe I should catch up on Netflix so I can speak more intelligently about the attractiveness of the female characters storylines. I feel like people are probably laughing at me, so…yeah. Is this a bad time to admit that I’ve never watched Sons of Anarchy?

Enjoy your Tuesday TV, readers.

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