Hour 11 - There is a New Sandman in Town
Say your prayers little one
don't forget, my son
to include everyone
tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight
exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land
Sorry Mariano Rivera, but you are going to need to find new entrance music because Enter Sandman is no longer your property. Maybe you should try buying Hells Bells off Trevor Hoffman, because from here on out, the Metallica classic belongs to Edgar, the greatest closer in counter terrorism history and the newest inductee into my "24" Hall of Fame.
Never in 24 history has so much been accomplished with so few speaking lines and that is what made last night a special episode in 24 history. Here is the setup. Curtis is floundering at a workstation as five nuclear reactors around the country are poised to melt. Curtis has no answers. He has secured the overide to stave off a disaster, but the systems aren't responding. He is floundering and the millions are now at risk. Without any other options at hand, Curtis is on the verge of re-booting.
But here comes the Sandman to close things out. CTU is up a run in the ninth but the bases are loaded and the count is full to Habib - the Barry Bonds of the terrorist world. This is the ultimate pressure spot and what does Edgar do? He brings the gas. 102 MPH on the gun. "Curtis, hit F5, Shift and escape. Now go over to Channel 11." He ends up nailing the sequence. Habib swings and misses - the crisis is over. Are you fucking kidding me? Shift f5 for the win? That never works. And then to cement his legendary status, Edgar goes with a forceful fist pump while screaming "YES!!!!" All this right in front of Rumsfeld. This was a move of greatness and it automatically propels Edgar into my Hall of Fame. Critics may argue that his career has been too short, but he has got to go in after saving North America while still grieving for his dying mother.
This moment has been coming for a few weeks, but last night was the stuff of legends. People are quick to forget that Edgar started this day off as a slobbering tard who barely knew anyone in the office. On the social totem pole, he was plugged in below Chloe. Needless to say, after two months at CTU, Edgar had still not bonded with his co-workers. Ten hours later, the guy is getting compliments and back slaps from the Secretary of Defense. He may fuck up during the night ahead, but no one can take this save away from my boy. I have been long this kid for eight hours and its time to count the green.
And speaking of collecting money, there was a tender offer made last night on my other long that is forty percent above the Hour 10 close. Yep, that bid on the tape is for my boy Curtis who came through bigtime. This brother started the day as a bureaucratic desk jockey, but he was larger then large on the big stage last night. First, he pulls a great escape by torching two flunkies, the latter of which died in a violent neck snap. That was a pretty impressive move for a guy whose resume does not include much field work. Then Curtis builds on his success by playing an absolutely instrumental role in penetrating IDS and locating the override. That is some night for a guy who has had trouble getting much playing time. I don't think I can ever put Curtis in the Hall simply because he plays the same position as Tony and Tony is the gold standard, but this guy is developing into a full fledged star. He has got Chase beaten in my book.
Ok, so I messed up with last week's prediction that 24 was headed for Wall Street. I admit that my prediction was seriously off base, but it seemed like a plausible option at the time. I was really thrown off by those guys who captured Curtis at the end of hour ten. They didn't look like Turks and that screwed me up. Also, in the previews from last week, it looked like something was going to happen on a trading floor. I should have known from the time that this was impossible. If it was five o'clock in LA, it would have been eight in NY and all those people couldn't have been hanging around trading Asia and overnight S&Ps. That was a stupid mistake on my part.
While Act II in now in the can, there are a few loose ends to tie up. First of all, what is happening with this Maya Driscoll storyline? This is about the most obscene and annoying story that the producers have tried foisting upon us, but thankfully it looks like its about over. God, that is a girl who was in need of a therapy dog. Rather then letting her daughter go on and on all day, Mother Driscoll should have called in a newfoundland or golden or berner to clam Maya down. The one upside to this story is it now looks like the unexciting Driscoll will be packing it in and heading home. Driscoll, who was out of gas last night, was a fairly useless character. She didn't come close to making my top-10 24 women and she never became a good bureaucratic villain. Chapelle was great at that, but Driscoll never got my blood boiling.
Erin's upcoming departure means one thing and one thing only - Tony is in charge! I have been waiting for this day for a long time. The king has returned and he now gets to call the shots. There is no fucking around from here on out, as Mama Berus found out last night. No deals are sacred and torture is always in play. There is a new sheriff in town as the Turks will soon find out. I would, however, recommend that Tony lay off the doughnuts in the CTU coffee room. He has developed some paunch during his term in exile. Question for the audience - does his ex come down from District and make an appearance at some point? She isn't going to like those extra pounds he is carrying.
don't forget, my son
to include everyone
tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight
exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land
Sorry Mariano Rivera, but you are going to need to find new entrance music because Enter Sandman is no longer your property. Maybe you should try buying Hells Bells off Trevor Hoffman, because from here on out, the Metallica classic belongs to Edgar, the greatest closer in counter terrorism history and the newest inductee into my "24" Hall of Fame.
Never in 24 history has so much been accomplished with so few speaking lines and that is what made last night a special episode in 24 history. Here is the setup. Curtis is floundering at a workstation as five nuclear reactors around the country are poised to melt. Curtis has no answers. He has secured the overide to stave off a disaster, but the systems aren't responding. He is floundering and the millions are now at risk. Without any other options at hand, Curtis is on the verge of re-booting.
But here comes the Sandman to close things out. CTU is up a run in the ninth but the bases are loaded and the count is full to Habib - the Barry Bonds of the terrorist world. This is the ultimate pressure spot and what does Edgar do? He brings the gas. 102 MPH on the gun. "Curtis, hit F5, Shift and escape. Now go over to Channel 11." He ends up nailing the sequence. Habib swings and misses - the crisis is over. Are you fucking kidding me? Shift f5 for the win? That never works. And then to cement his legendary status, Edgar goes with a forceful fist pump while screaming "YES!!!!" All this right in front of Rumsfeld. This was a move of greatness and it automatically propels Edgar into my Hall of Fame. Critics may argue that his career has been too short, but he has got to go in after saving North America while still grieving for his dying mother.
This moment has been coming for a few weeks, but last night was the stuff of legends. People are quick to forget that Edgar started this day off as a slobbering tard who barely knew anyone in the office. On the social totem pole, he was plugged in below Chloe. Needless to say, after two months at CTU, Edgar had still not bonded with his co-workers. Ten hours later, the guy is getting compliments and back slaps from the Secretary of Defense. He may fuck up during the night ahead, but no one can take this save away from my boy. I have been long this kid for eight hours and its time to count the green.
And speaking of collecting money, there was a tender offer made last night on my other long that is forty percent above the Hour 10 close. Yep, that bid on the tape is for my boy Curtis who came through bigtime. This brother started the day as a bureaucratic desk jockey, but he was larger then large on the big stage last night. First, he pulls a great escape by torching two flunkies, the latter of which died in a violent neck snap. That was a pretty impressive move for a guy whose resume does not include much field work. Then Curtis builds on his success by playing an absolutely instrumental role in penetrating IDS and locating the override. That is some night for a guy who has had trouble getting much playing time. I don't think I can ever put Curtis in the Hall simply because he plays the same position as Tony and Tony is the gold standard, but this guy is developing into a full fledged star. He has got Chase beaten in my book.
Ok, so I messed up with last week's prediction that 24 was headed for Wall Street. I admit that my prediction was seriously off base, but it seemed like a plausible option at the time. I was really thrown off by those guys who captured Curtis at the end of hour ten. They didn't look like Turks and that screwed me up. Also, in the previews from last week, it looked like something was going to happen on a trading floor. I should have known from the time that this was impossible. If it was five o'clock in LA, it would have been eight in NY and all those people couldn't have been hanging around trading Asia and overnight S&Ps. That was a stupid mistake on my part.
While Act II in now in the can, there are a few loose ends to tie up. First of all, what is happening with this Maya Driscoll storyline? This is about the most obscene and annoying story that the producers have tried foisting upon us, but thankfully it looks like its about over. God, that is a girl who was in need of a therapy dog. Rather then letting her daughter go on and on all day, Mother Driscoll should have called in a newfoundland or golden or berner to clam Maya down. The one upside to this story is it now looks like the unexciting Driscoll will be packing it in and heading home. Driscoll, who was out of gas last night, was a fairly useless character. She didn't come close to making my top-10 24 women and she never became a good bureaucratic villain. Chapelle was great at that, but Driscoll never got my blood boiling.
Erin's upcoming departure means one thing and one thing only - Tony is in charge! I have been waiting for this day for a long time. The king has returned and he now gets to call the shots. There is no fucking around from here on out, as Mama Berus found out last night. No deals are sacred and torture is always in play. There is a new sheriff in town as the Turks will soon find out. I would, however, recommend that Tony lay off the doughnuts in the CTU coffee room. He has developed some paunch during his term in exile. Question for the audience - does his ex come down from District and make an appearance at some point? She isn't going to like those extra pounds he is carrying.
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