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March 7, 2006

Game Theory attacks The Game...with its mind.

As it turns out, Navy Seal Billy Graham wasn't killed in that midnight alleyway by jumpy enemy soldiers. That hotshot Dale Hawkins did leave his post at lookout, uncovering Graham's flank and generally endangering the whole Seal team. And Graham's wife was left standing at the altar. But like the Bauer Power Hour rising from the depths of disappearance, Graham returned. First as President Palmer, then as a State Farm pitchman, and now as Jonas Blane, leader of an Army Delta Force team called The Unit. The Unit has some problems. First of all, their wives are only CBS hot. But at least Blane doesn't have to deal with Charlie Sheen fucking things up, that strenuously overacting face of (ex-Space Marine) Michael Biehn, or the smirk of Rick Rossovich. ("Slider, you stink.") Too bad Bill Paxton isn't along for the ride this time around, though; he would've been a better Delta Force colonel than the T-1000. And besides, being the field general for an elite unit of US Military badasses is a WAY better career move than leaving your PO-arranged short order cook job to serve as the fated wheel man for a crew of LA robbers.


Posted by Johnny Loftus at March 7, 2006 10:33 PM

Comments (1)


I [b]KNEW[/b] it!