I was sitting in the sequel to my very first summer house two weeks ago today, watching CC Sabathia dominate the Milwaukee Brewers, when I received a text message from an unfamiliar phone number that read, “Please watch and support Adam Poch on Big Brother 13 starting July 7 on CBS.”
I had no clue who the text was from, so I started hunting around online with my Droid. I initially found a story about the returning cast members, but no mention of new additions. I then looked at Adam’s Facebook page, and everything was blocked off to private (I assume it’s part of the contract). I finally found the official CBS release, and his was the first name on it.
I later found out that the text was from Adam’s girlfriend, who I have met briefly a couple of times, and I am very appreciative of her efforts to alert everyone.
I am not a fan of reality TV at all, aside from Jersey Shore, which is more like a horrific scripted sitcom these days. But Adam has been a Big Brother junkie since the show began airing. Adam joining the cast is roughly equivalent on the dream scale to New York Yankees manager Joe Girardi calling me up and asking me to play first base tonight. I am absolutely ecstatic for him.
Adam and I have been friends for a few years now. We’re not close friends, as in, we don’t talk every day and hang out all the time, but we’re definitely friends. We exchange banter on Facebook quite often (although that will be on hold for the next three months, or so), and we watch a decent number of Dallas Cowboys games together during football season. But I was so happy for him, you would think the good fortune had struck me, or someone I was much closer to. This is truly an event.
Needless to say, I have begun watching the show. It’s amazing how quickly I went from not giving the least big of a crap about Big Brother to having pregame jitters like I was about to watch one of my favorite sports teams in a playoff game. He has waited so long for this, and it’s absolutely nerve-wracking to watch. I obviously would love to see him win, but if he does fall short, I at least want him to advance deep into the competition. Hey, this crap is fun!
By the way, I know that a lot of reality TV is missing the reality part, due to selective editing and some scripting of supposedly unscripted TV, but if you’re watching this season of Big Brother, when it comes to Adam, what you see is what you get. His persona on the show is his persona on real life, which is why it’s been so much fun for me to watch. My wife and I predicted some things that would happen before the season kicked off, and he didn’t disappoint, taking only one-and-a-half episodes before a 250-decibel heavy metal yell of, “BACON!” Folks, if you know him, that isn’t play-acting, and no one on the production crew had to prompt him to do it.
I know this has been a dream of Adam’s since the show debuted, and the $500,000 prize for the winner wouldn’t suck, but it’s still got to be incredibly difficult to completely cut off all communications with society for three months. My wife travels on business quite frequently, but even her worst trip was about two weeks, and we still talked every day. The thought of not talking to her for three months is staggering. Adam and his girlfriend hit it off about as well as any couple I’ve ever met, so this has to be really tough on both of them. And then there are sports, which I eat, sleep and breathe. Three months with no clue whatsoever about how my teams are faring would drive me insane. The Internet has become such a big part of my everyday life, and I think I’d get the shakes if I couldn’t get online for three days, much less three months. I love music, but Adam is an absolute music junkie. I have no idea how he’s going to last three months without being able to fire up some Slayer.
The one thing I absolutely can’t get into, however, is this whole concept of Big Brother After Dark, and the live feeds on the Internet. I am completely wrapped up in this season of the show and will be as long as Adam is still a contender, but I don’t need to know what’s going on every minute for three months. The episodes on CBS and the spoilers I can’t seem to avoid are more than enough for me. I mean, really: Live feeds? Stop the madness.
My summer is usually reserved for the Yankees’ pennant drive, but I’m really enjoying the addition of a second rooting interest: Team Adam, or, as I’ve been referring to it, Poch Nation. I hope it lasts for, oh, about another three months, and then I can go back to hating Big Brother!