Sunday Night Showdown: X-Factor v. Snooker?

Sometimes I just have to laugh at what I'm willing to spend time watching on television here in England! This weekend, we spent at least 3 hours between Saturday and Sunday watching the finals of Simon Cowell's UK talent show hit, "The X-Factor", just to find out who 10 million English teenage girls would prefer to see crooning at them in tight black pants and a skinny tie. Seriously, neither of the two finalists has a voice or a look that appeals to me personally, yet I was held captivated as the entire country screamed and shouted over them in a massive love-fest. During the last 2 nights, the singers were even joined onstage by Michael Buble, Robbie Williams, George Michael, Leona Lewis, JLS and even Sir Paul McCartney--wouldn't these stars rather be dueting with someone who's already a famous singer rather than a teenage hopeful? iTV must have deep pockets!

Although the 18 year old winner, Joe McElderry, has a strong voice, he looks about 12 years old, is super short, and would get eaten for breakfast by the likes of Justin Timberlake or even Chris Martin in terms of stage performance ability. Although the winning acts from the past two years of X-Factor have done well commercially on their own (Leona Lewis has gone world-wide, and JLS is popular here), I don't really see little Joe ever reaching an audience outside of his X-Factor support base. The runner-up, Olly Murs, has a ton of stage personality, but a weaker singing voice, and he seems like he'd be more suited to musical theater.

Also dominating prime-time last night was the UK Snooker Championships. Seriously, does anyone in America even play snooker? It's definitely on the list of questionable 'sports' along with table tennis, car racing and shooting. I have never met anyone who has a snooker table or knows the rules in my whole life--it's a bit like pool, but with a larger table and twice as many balls. I don't even like to say the word "snooker" (pronounced "snU-ker" here)--it sounds like something a cranky old lady would carry around in her purse. D was of course aghast that I have spent my existence in ignorance of this important UK 'sport', so we watched the final match last night while he tried to explain the rules. Before falling asleep I managed to learn that the players must alternate between trying to sink a 'colored' ball and a 'red' ball, the former being worth a varying amount of points, depending on which colored ball is sunk. The colored balls are brought back out onto the table after being sunk, but once all the red balls have been pocketed, the player with the highest score wins.

Maybe next week I can sneak in a few minutes of Sunday Night Football on ESPN America to bring me back to reality!