Or, not. Chris walks away from the pool and up a flight of steps, backstorying in such a BOCES educational filmstrip kind of way that I instinctively look around for the button to push on the slide projector when Chris pauses again and we hear that little "beep" sound indicating it's time to go to the next slide. "When Trista had her heart broken by our first bachelor, men across the country went nuts." Chris is so disgusted with Bachelor #1 that he can't even say his name out loud. I'll bet he even spells it "Al-x" when forced to write it longhand. "We received thousands of phone calls, letters, and applications from guys across the country who wanted a shot with the beautiful blonde they fell in love with on TV." What Chris fails to note is that at least 60\% of those letters, once opened, were found to have ended, "...and those are the reasons I don't think you should cancel Firefly," and that they were misaddressed or sorted incorrectly by the TV Land mailroom. Not to mention the fact that it sounds from Chris's congressional filibuster like people started to send in these aforementioned "applications" back when Trista's heart was broken by the first bachelor, which was, like, two years ago. ["Two years, seven months; same difference." -- Wing Chun] What were they sending in applications for? Ukrainian citizenship? Membership to Price Club? E-Z Pass? Pay attention, copywriters. That is lazy, lazy, lazy.