When it comes to the Two Scoops column, I hope it's true what they say about it being better for things to turn up late rather than never show up at all. Due to a tremendous computer crash that nearly brought me to tears at the thought of the potential loss of all my valuable (sentimental value anyway) collection of pics of undo-over-able moments, your faithful scribe was scrambling madly to repair the damage. For those who might care a whit, thanks to a very good tekkie friend of mine, I'm finally back online and every single digital shot has been accounted for. And after I rapped myself sharply on the hands several times to make certain I'd learned my lesson, I immediately transferred all my digitally frozen moments in time to a secure CD-R.
Now to the ongoing story of our favorite fictional city and its frenzied folks.
Marsino and Company - 1; Mob Men - 0. That's what it says on the scorecard I'm keeping of who's done what to whom in this skirmish. Of course, for all the help Bobby was, perhaps my card would have been more accurate if it had listed Victor in place of Marsino and Company. I know many fans dislike Victor and think he's long past the age of believably playing the hero, but as I said I planned to do, I enjoyed every moment. Okay, picking up the big Vinny doll and hurling it over the bar might have been stretching things just a wee bit. But, come one, we've all heard various versions of a petite savior who singlehandedly upended trees, cars or buses to save a loved one trapped beneath.
And it was a good thing for Nikki her husband was on hand for the rescue. Bobby's response was just a hair quicker on the comprehension scale than Paul's, even though it did him little good since he missed much of the excitement due to the Luca induced unplanned nap he took on Marsinos hard floor. As for Paul, the needle on his P.I. meter was apparently stuck on Off. He seemed prepared to wait patiently until someone provided him with a map with an X marks the Nikki spot on it. Because after arriving at Marsinos, Paul's plan apparently consisted of sitting around, twiddling his thumbs, with Victor required to sit beside him twiddling his as well. Waiting to see if Vinny was there. Even though his car was in the lot, just after being in a lot outside a warehouse inside of which was found a hanky saturated with Nikki's unique and special perfumed scent, along with a message in her blood, pointing them straight to Marsinos. The patient PI could have remain plopped ineffectually on his posterior for the remainder of the night. Thank Heaven Victor tired of Paul's waiting game or Nikki might still be tied to that chair in Vinny's office. By the way, I loved Nikki's star shoes.
Speaking of Vinny, perhaps one had to be there, because no matter how hard I looked, I just didn't see what Brittany saw when she stared into Vinny's cold eyes. Slit your throat without blinking? Vinny? If that were true, Nikki would never have lived to scream another day. He could have disposed of her and likely no one would ever have been able to prove he'd done away with her. No, from my seat on the sofa, Vinny is a cartoonish mob character, not in the least believable. Unless it's as a comedian. He kidnaps Victor's spouse then laments loudly that things have gotten complicated. What did he expect? That snatching Nikki would make his path smoother? Another thing. Why would Vinny think Nikki knew anything of Marsino's movements in the first place? Didn't he hear with his very own waxed-stuffed ears that Bobby hadn't even told her about the charade? So why pray tell would he assume he'd told her something even more important? Okay, enough nitpicking. Thanks to Victor, all this mob madness is all over but the shouting. Or pretty darn close anyway. The sands of time in Bobby's hourglass have just about trickled away. All reports swear his sad so long is less than a week away.
But that doesn't mean Bobby will take his final curtain call without enjoying a few hero moments of his own in the bright, blazing sun. Although I confess it boggles my brain a bit the way Bobby was able to obtain literally bags of incriminating evidence from a few pics of some pieces of paper with his camera phone, I'm a soap watcher, so that means I'll believe just about anything. Maybe not without pointing a critical finger or two, but eventually I'll swallow more than my stomach can comfortably contain, implausible or not, if it means moving a story along. So, Bobby's got the bag of goods on the bad guys; said bad guys have placed a substantial price atop his good-looking head, and it's believed the next step will be for Bobby to bid his bride a temporary adieu while he disappears into the witness protection program. While I will feel some sorrow to see John Enos go, in my opinion being with Britt made him an insubstantial shadow of his once promising self, so it will be a relief to see this character put out of its misery. If I had a magic genie standing by to grant me my deepest desire, I would wish for Brittany to disappear right along with him, but despite the recurring rumors, I doubt Miss Britt is going anywhere.
So what IS going to happen? Several sources have reported Bobby will disappear, but the head scribe honcho swears it doesn't have to be the forever kind of gone. Of course, we must never forget that no matter what is said or done, or who dies, this is a soap world after all, where people have been known to return from the dead none the worse for wear. Although some soap females apparently stopped to visit their cosmetic surgeons on their way back, reappearing in their family's life with much more than when they left. Said females shall remain unnamed. Anyway, I digress. Getting back to Bobby Marsino. What is Angelo up to and why has he shown up at the hospital? Is he on an errand for the mob, or is it possible he and once bosom buddy Bobby have come up with their own foolproof plan to make Bobby disappear. Or at least appear to. What better way to ensure a grim mob reaper doesn't someday show up in Bobby's future than by making it appear he no longer has one? Now that's a plot twist I could swallow with ease. It would get Bobby out of the way but leave the door cracked open for a future return. And to explain why Brittany would never join her spouse and thereby deprive us of her incomparable presence, she could be numbered as those destined not to be in the know. Sure it means young Joshua would be fatherless and Brittany husband-less, but it's just the kind of sacrifice a man like Bobby might make to keep his family safe forever. Just a couple of convoluted thoughts clinking around in my cranium; no one's saying it's going to be so.
What I did find rather hard to believe, however, was that Brittany birthing business. It took me a good long time to stop giggling at that one. Couldn't she have watched a few episodes of having a baby on the Health Channel? They show them all the time. I've never seen so much eye bugging and caterwauling in all my life. All that was missing was the "I hate you fill in father's name" line some women are alleged to scream out during the throes of childbirth, though I don't happen to know any who actually did that. Of course maybe she didn't have time to curse Bobby's very existence; that had to have been one of the fastest births in soap history. Two or three cramps, water gushes, a couple of good pushes and Voila, a baby boy is born. Lucky Mac just happened by to join in the baby birthing festivities. I guess Miguel was out shopping.
Okay, I know it was traumatic, giving birth without Bobby by her side to admire what a brave little lass she was, but I'm beginning to wonder if all is as it should be in Brittany's self-obsessed skull. Was it just me or was any other fan's head moving back and forth in confusion when Brittany flew off the handle when Bobby's present whereabouts couldn't immediately be pinpointed, shouting out for someone to march right down to the nursery to inform her incubator bound two month early infant that he might not have a father? Get a grip, Brittany girl. And another thing. "Who is going to take care of me?" the pampered princess wailed. Hmmm, well let's see, gee I don't know. How about trying your hand at taking care of yourself? Women all over the world do it every single day. Of course, if Bobby's face isn't featured in the family photos, Ma and Pa Hodges will probably come around to happily pick up the tab to pay the astronomical cost of keeping daughter and grandson living in the lap of luxury.
It's definitely not like living in the lap of luxury, but I tell you, if I had to go to jail, Genoa City would certainly be my first pick for where I'd like to do my time. Unlimited visitors at any and all hours of the day and early evening. Visitors who are obviously not searched since they can easily smuggle in notes from lovesick young ladies. And how nice of the guards to allow their detainees to bring them with them as well. No wonder Chris has no time for Daniel's defense. She's too busy making calls to the juvenile facility arranging visits for Daniel.
I guess the shoe doesn't feel too comfortable when it's Chris' foot being squeezed by it. I couldn't help but chuckle as she chastised Glenn Richards for his quick capitulation to Victor's request to race at breakneck speed toward an early court date. Because not so long ago, it was she who was championing the great man's cause in his commercial bribery case.
But in the current case, she'll be sitting on the opposite side of the courtroom from Victor as she works to exonerate Daniel. And I have no doubt Counselor Christine will soon prove nice people don't always finish last. Although nice was what she was trying to be when she somewhat politely requested Cassie's clothes the first time, she was much firmer the second time she asked, although neither request was granted. Because no matter how gently she speaks, Nick is determined to let no one put a negative Cassie thought is his noggin. Chris's words are not going to go in one of his ears and out the other until the sand in which he's had his head buried has been cleared out of them. As for Chris, I suspect she'll soon realize the time for niceties has passed and on her next visit to the ranch she's likely to be accompanied by a uniformed officer who will have a warrant for Cassie's clothes clutched in his fist.
There's probably still a lot of California sand lodged in Lily's shell-like ears as well. The Judge deeming Lily a low risk for both flight and causing mortal mayhem, after one night in a private cell in Juvenile lockup, Lily's gilded cage door has been unlocked and she's been allowed to fly free, with some restraints. The fact that one of the first questions to fly from Lily's lips had to do with Daniel doesn't give me a whole lot of hope that Lily will walk a straight and narrow Daniel-free path. I can't help but wonder just how much Lily would love her Prince Charming if she knew he was the brains behind the Alex fiasco.
Moving on to the other important woman in Daniel's life. Even though most girls just want to have fun, Phyllis is determined she's not going to enjoy a second of it until her Daniel has been freed. After all, in the world inhabited by Phyllis, one shouldn't have to suffer permanently for a "little" mistake. Perhaps if Cassie was only a "little" dead, her parents might agree with her.
Even though Mac didn't get a chance to speak to the young Newmans, her time fully occupied by childbirth, she continued to work furiously on the planning phase of her proposed Crimson Lights takeover bid. Actually, the coffee house purchase could be a good thing for the Newmans and Mac. It's been a long time since Nick or Sharon took a real interest in the coffee house. Every manager they hire either quits or inexplicably leaves town. Once the Cassie stuff is over, Nick and Sharon will likely be consumed with Newman matters, so they may as well turn over the owning and running of Crimson Lights to someone else. As for Mac, obviously, one of the heirs to the Chancellor fortune isn't going to want just any old ordinary job. So business ownership is the way to go unless she plans to make a career out of being a part-time college student. Like the man she loves. And if I can't have my wish of Mac and Kevin as a romantic couple, I'll settle for them as a business duo.
Every week a little more of Brad's dark roots come into view. Just what does he plan for Jabot? Who is the mysterious man he met with who was told that Mum was the word when it came to their discussion? If Brad wants to be King of the Hill, the Newman mountain range seems like an odd place to start climbing. At this early stage, it's too soon to tell exactly where he's headed, but Genoa Citians are notorious for coming up with grandiose plans that seem destined for success in theory, but the reality manages to fall far short of its intended mark. Brad is a man I would enjoy seeing fall flat on his egotistical face.
Parenting For Beginners. Will someone make Lauren take it again. Not that she's the only parent in GC who could benefit from a review of this class. When thinking about the parents of Genoa City tots and teens, I often find myself pondering just what constitutes a good parent. According to statements made by some of the parents residing in this city, apparently a good parent is often one who can afford to write the biggest checks. Men or women who pat themselves on their good parent backs for a job well done at raising their children. When all they've really done was pay for someone else to do a good job for them. Occasional visits, phone calls and electronic communication does not a good parent make.
Yes, in theory, Lauren having Scott raised in distant cities seemed like a good idea at the time. Except that Sheila wasn't residing in the City he could have been raised in. And now we discover that all Lauren's efforts to keep him far from Sheila have been in vain. Sheila has probably known all along exactly where he was and has been monitoring his life from afar. In hindsight, I bet Lauren will have to acknowledge that perhaps she was a bit too tight lipped with Scotty when it came to Sheila. As usual, she far underestimated Sheila's awesome evil abilities. Poor Lauren, it's like not telling your kid about the danger of strangers, then being surprised and dismayed when your child trustingly takes a stranger's hand and is enticed away. Sheila's likeness should have been plastered in every room of her hotel suite and Scott's home away from home so he would have known exactly what the devil's daughter looked like. I beg to differ with what Brad told Michael about Lauren's life. The past does sometime matter. Especially when it's alive, full of evil and has found your son in Toronto.
Which by the way, would have caught me completely by surprise if I hadn't accidentally stumbled on the spoiler giving it away. Sheila's officially back. Let the devious games begin.
One final observation. Sometimes silly people who don't listen to good advice get exactly what they deserve. I'm referring to Gloria's stubborn determination to attempt to tame Terrible Tom on her own. I guess she must like hearing her son say: "I told you so."
And now, enjoy some words from the fans. As always, my appreciation to all my fellow Y&R fans who take the time to comment. It's always a pleasure hearing from you. As for me, make no mistake, despite anything I might say during the course of this column that might cause you to think otherwise, I LOVE this show and I know you all do too!