Just because CBS is changing where the new medical drama Three Rivers will be filmed, doesn't mean the show is in trouble. After all, a lot of shows are retooled once the pilot is filmed. However, they recently dumped the leading lady, Julia Ormond, too. To me this says that Three Rivers is shifting focus, and I don't mean by filming in a Pittsburgh hospital set that they're building in Los Angeles instead of the real thing in Pennsylvania.

It could well mean that CBS is thinking about making Three Rivers a star vehicle for Alex O'Loughlin. CBS has The Mentalist in mind for Three Rivers, with Alex becoming the next golden pin-up, just like Simon Baker. I mean, take a look at this publicity picture. That's a muscle shirt more than a surgical scrubs top. And don't get me wrong, Alex has the body to pull it off.

If you have not seen Sunday night's kickass season finale, STOP READING NOW. (But come back after you see it, because you will have questions)

*MAJOR SPOILERS*

Battlestar Galactica executive producer Ron Moore answered a few questions from a reporter at Pittsburgh's Post-Gazette that clear up some of the confusion from last night. For instance? Yes, they are Cylons. Chief, Saul, Sam and Tori heard the music when they reached a certain point in space, signaling their awareness of who they are. Moore says, "These are four of the final five, which puts them in a separate category from everybody else." Who is Cylon #5? Moore doesn't say. But he does promise that, next season, we'll get to discover the backstory for the new Cylons as they try to figure out how this could happen.

(S02E12) Weeds went the way of Tarantino last night with an old-school Mexican stand-off by way of Armenia. The slowly crumbling wall between Nancy's home and work life came down with a mighty thud in a finale that left us with a quasi-kidnapped Shane, a busted Silas and a very dead Peter. There are, to quote Shane's genius commencement speech, "motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane" that is Agrestic.

Before beginning this review in earnest, let us take a moment to mourn the passing of Peter. No one really cared about Peter. It was never clear if Nancy really did or not, and frankly, it seems like the writers had backed themselves into a corner so they off-ed him. This is all well and good in that it shows us just how far Heylia is willing to go in her wheeling and dealing, but the TV landscape is now without Hal Hartley regular Martin Donovan. Sigh.

Alright, moment over. On with the review.

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a pretty rabid baseball fan. I've been following the Yankees (yes, the Evil Empire) since 1979 and probably know more about the career stats of Steve Balboni than probably any human should. In fact, I just got back from a trip that revolved around watching games in Chicago and Milwaukee on consecutive nights (both the White Sox and Brewers lost. Don't the home teams know I flew all the way over there to see them?).

But I don't know how much of the All-Star Game I'm going to watch  tonight. And it's not just because I have to review Last Comic Standing, which comes back tonight after a week's break. It's just that the game has become beyond boring.