Acro-Dunk kicked ass every millisecond they were onstage. Just incredible stuff.
Not that Voices of Glory wasn’t excellent — they’re amazing. And the Fab Five was alright. They were good.
But nobody’s been anything — AN-Y-THING — like Acro-Dunk, least of all in their semi-finals performance. Which culminated in an astounding multiple-flip-through-a-flaming-hoop dunk.
Oh, did I mention that the basketball hoop was on fire? So there was that, too.
Holy cannoli, spiccoli.
Now two of my favorite acts — that Indian dance group, who were stunning, and Acro-Dunk — are gone.
In my mind it’s down to Grandma Lee and Kevin Skinner. Either one would make a great story. The 75-year-old standup comic and the Louisiana ex-chicken catcher.
You couldn’t write this stuff.
I’m pissed about Acro-Dunk, though. Especially considering how it went down. The final three were Acro-Dunk, The Voices of Glory and The Fab Five, and then AD was sent home leaving the judges to select one of the remaining two.
They decided to throw the rules out and send both of them through. Cool, cool, good for both of them, but WHAT ABOUT THE BEST ACT OF THE WHOLE SHOW?
(In case I was unclear before, that would be Acro-Dunk)
I’ll never watch the show again. Not until it’s on next week. Those bastards.