Motor City Masters

This show is doomed. It's called 'Motor City Masters,' so naturally it takes place in Los Angeles - affectionally dubbed, 'The Motor City.'  The show has some guy, some lady in a fucked-up hat, and that chick from the 'Dog Eat Dog' gameshow that nobody watched.  'Motor City Masters' follows the same format as every reality competition show you've ever seen in your entire life, so there's no point in complaining about each thing that bothers me

Here's a short list of things that bother me:

1) A different contestant leaves each week thanks to judges nobody has ever heard of based on criteria that nobody understands.

2) Then there's the private interviews. They're just like MasterChef, but without Gordon Ramsey and blurry fruits and vegetables in the background. They usually tell you how badly they want to win.

"I want to win so bad that I can [taste/feel/touch/smell/annoy/aggravate/murder/lick] it.  Incidentally, is it bad or badly?"

"I want to win so bad that I'm experiencing chest discomfort and am having problems with shortness of breath.  Oh wait, never mind, it's a heart attack."

"Your wheels look like shit." says the lady with the fucked-up hat.

Sometimes they tell you what just happened five seconds ago, which is very helpful.

"That lady with the fucked-up hat told me the car's wheels looked like shit.  My wheels don't look like shit!  Maybe a rocks glass full of vomit, but not shit.  Oh, by the way, can you get the medic?"

But the show is not without merit - next week we get to see that lady wear a different fucked up hat. This may be the first show where I actually look forward to the GEICO commercials.