HundleyFan

Count me among those who are highly amused by Roseanne and her antics. I enjoyed “Roseanne” back in the day, and I enjoy “Roseanne’s Nuts,” double entendre and all.

As is true of many reality shows these days, some of the scenarios definitely seem planned, if not practically scripted. And some, like Johnny and Jake cleaning the house -- top to bottom -- by themselves and in a single afternoon, as a mother’s day surprise for Roseanne, were destined to fail from the get-go, though she didn’t go ballistic like they thought she would when she returned home to find her living room furniture out on the lawn.

I particularly enjoyed the episode where she was asked to sing the National Anthem at a girls’ softball game. This was her chance at redemption from the debacle that was her rendition at the Padres game some two decades prior. Was she nervous about it? Hell yes. Did she redeem herself? Yes. She sang in tune, despite two (I’m sure) unplanned mid-song key changes.

What I find most amusing about Roseanne is, at this point in her life, she doesn’t care what other people think about her, and she does whatever the hell she wants to. Oh, to have that kind of freedom. Of course, having millions in the bank helps.