I get it. Real men do cry.
Plus, one of the hallmarks of reality TV is spontaneous waterworks.
But Gerry’s ability to sob on camera is truly remarkable.
When he wasn’t weeping, and the women weren’t bitch slapping, the remaining contestants were dinkin’ (and whatever else folks do on the pickleball court).
ABC was smart to build off the popularity of pickleball to engage viewers who may be getting a little weary of the show.
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So, now let’s get back to team Gerry….
The group of women is getting smaller.
Hometown dates are approaching.
Lots of spit-swapping (aka making out) is happening.
Women are falling in love.
Gerry is telling women they remind him of his late wife, which is kind of creepy (but often common among widows and widowers).
I’m still figuring out how I can get cast in the next season. But I’m relieved I’m not on this one. Although I would have loved the social media clout, I don’t play pickleball, and I’m not sure I could deal with all the tears and drama.
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