As  the two-hour season finale begins, it’s both a blessing and a curse to  realize I’d be just fine with any of the four remaining teams winning.   (Yes, even Gary and Mallory, despite all the jokes I’ve made at their  expense—or maybe because of them.)  While it’s a relief knowing that no  team I despise will walk away from this thing a million dollars richer,  not having anyone to root against saps a bit of the drama from the  proceedings.  This means I’m going to need a lot of distractions to get  me through the next 120 minutes—I’m talking mermaids, graphic hair removal, blurry thong bikinis, awkward samba dancing, plastic pink  flamingos, and at least 100 tasty alcoholic beverages.
 
For  a while, it looked like taxis were going to be a major factor in the  penultimate leg, as Flight Time and Big Easy caught a cab just slow  enough to cause them to miss a tram that the rest of the teams were  already on, forcing them to wait 30 minutes for the next one.   Fortunately for the Globetrotters, Zev and Justin, having won more legs  than anyone else, suffered a meltdown into ineptitude, beginning with  Zev’s inability to perform a samba dance while dressed as some sort of  Sun King. Zev’s herky-jerky jig was only the beginning of their  problems, because even though they finished the task still ahead of the  Globetrotters, they somehow got lost on the way to the next task—a  15-minute Brazilian wax.
 
Given  how hirsute both Zev and Justin are, it's no surprise that this  turned out to be a very unpleasant interlude for them, although I was a  little shocked at how forcefully Justin announced that he wanted to  punch his (female) waxer in the face. I know he wasn’t serious, but  still…that was uncool enough for me to feel a little better about what  already seemed an inevitable elimination.  By the time they left the  waxing station, the other three teams were already well into their  Detour task, preparing 100 caipirinha cocktails (but, sadly, not  subsequently drinking them). I don’t blame Zev and Justin for choosing  the other Detour option—it was their only strategic play at that  point—but despite what you’ve heard about the fun-loving people of Rio  de Janeiro, they don’t love fun enough to change into bikinis on a  crowded beach, particularly if they’re already wearing bikinis.
 
And  so, the now slightly-less-hairy guys are eliminated, leaving the  remaining three teams to fly to Miami for the final leg. And it happens  once again: Gary and Mallory get the whammy cab, and they’re basically  out of the race as soon as they’re out of the airport. I really think  the teams should be under their own power for the final leg; leave them  rental cars at the airport, and you increase the chances of all three  teams being in it until the end.  And if a team does fall out of the  running, at least it’s their own dumb fault, not the random chance of  choosing a clueless cabbie. Anyway, this is the point at which Mallory  finally leaves her happy place, and although it was temporary, it was  sort of a relief to see her in non-giddy mode for a change.
 
So  now it’s a two-team race, with a whirlwind of activity before the  finish line: using a forklift to transport a boat to a storage rack;  piloting a personal submarine around an underwater band while searching  for a clue; assembling a trailer park lot to match a brochure picture;  and finally riding giant tricycles across Old Seven Mile Bridge to the  final pit stop, where the eliminated teams await. It pretty much comes  down to the trailer park task, where both teams make the same mistake in  arranging their picnic table condiments.  Kisha and Jen recover first,  however, and their Business is no long Unfinished as they cross the  finish line.  All-female teams have now won back-to-back seasons,  which is something when you consider that no all-female team won any of  the first sixteen seasons. So good for them, and good for this season,  finishing (mostly) strong after so many lackluster weeks along the way. 
Stray observations:
- It figures that Gary and Mallory would win the leg of the race taking place in the city with the world’s largest Jesus.
- Just as I was making a 40 Year Old Virgin reference in my notes, Justin was right on cue with a hearty “Kelly Clarkson!”
- Did you notice Gary pushing Mallory through the airport on a luggage cart? Come on, Mallory! Don’t be such a Kent!
- How about that redneck music playing as the trailer park denizens observed the final task? Sheesh, Race.
- Mel White! Still alive!