‘The Apprentice’ featured a bad idea that turned into a loss as disgusting as Bobby John’s shoulders. It was so bad that the Donald received an invoice from Dick’s Sporting Goods and the taxi ride home turned into a clown car.

Last season’s cast was by far the worst ever on a television show besides possibly SNL this year which has yet to keep me awake through a full episode. (Even, if I Tivo it and watch it mid-day.) I said it all season and the Donald agreed with me. He admitted the cast was torrid. It was built on entertainment and had nothing to do with business acumen. Although, I thought some of the fault fell on his own shoulders as he continued to send home the courageous project managers who took risks while the lesser lambs hid in the shadows.

At one point, he thought of firing the whole cast and starting over. This year he stepped in as casting director to make sure it doesn’t happen again. With that being said, it’s no surprise that the cast included a Russian stripper who was a favorite of death row murderer Robert Acremant. Despite casting someone the others didn’t want to share a commode with, I thought he did a decent job. Until tonight.

So they couldn’t say Zathura. So they can’t argue constructively. So they babbled incoherently in front of John Favreau. So what? It was still a step up from last year’s debacle. They’re not chewing tobacco as clowns and they’re not wandering around Seaside Heights with a briefcase while Carolyn developed shin splints in heels chasing after them. All things considered, I’d take Horatio Sans over those head cases.

Tonight, Trump's selections were exposed and I’m wondering if we’ve already reached our peak with reality casting. I’m starting to think there just aren’t that many quality people out there anymore. It’s really not easy. They’re looking for dynamic but not crazy, good looking but not stupid, willing to fight but unwilling to kill. We live in a world where Paris Hilton has run out of people to sleep with so she’s been reduced to Tom Sizemore. (Allegedly.) Paris has to do what she’s got to do and so does Donald. He did the best he could but his best wasn’t good enough so he packaged his mistakes and sent them home in the car pool lane.

The task this week was a good one. They’re to create an interactive sales event based on the sport of their choice at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Hey, I remember Dick’s. There was a time, before I got married and bought a house, that I rang up charges on my Dick’s scorecard weekly. Now I buy grout, curtains and fireplace covers. And if I’m really lucky, eight yards of topsoil and Ibuprofen for the imminent back pain.

On the van ride to Dick’s, Excel decides baseball is their sport. The plan is to plow down some corn fields and construct a baseball diamond in the middle of Dick’s complete with batting cage and pitching machine. Jen has plans of her own. She slightly overestimates the radar gun market saying they’ll move like hot cakes. (Side note: I have a radar gun detector built into my car and didn’t know it existed for a year and a half until my roommate accidentally turned it on. He was driving me home because I was, um, sleepy. For months I’d complain “What is that freaking beeping sound?” It was so unbearable, I almost sold my car.)

Capital Edge takes golf as their game since none of them have ever played it. Clay wants a wall built to the ceiling enclosing all the golf equipment. He’s going for a Space Mountain theme where nobody can see and that’s a big part of the thrill.

Speaking of Space Mountain, the line for the batting cage is fifteen people deep. Josh expounds, “People will come, Ray. They’ll come to Dick's for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll get in their cars and wind up on our field wanting to hand over twenty bucks. But we’ll have nothing to sell them except hot dogs and radar guns. We’ve hidden the merchandise behind the walls so there’s nothing to buy. But people will most definitely come.”

As you may have guessed, due to the size of the field, all the baseball equipment is hidden so purchases are nearly impossible. The kids could care less and they love the batting cage. While waiting in line, one of the eleven year olds ask Jen, “Hey, is this heaven?”

“No, it’s Dick's. You wanna buy a radar gun?” I’m sorry folks, but in this world, you’re either the type of person who loves ‘Field of Dreams’ or you’re the type of person who sleeps with Tom Sizemore in a Porto-potty. The choice is yours.

At day's end, Excel caused sales to drop in the baseball section by 34 percent. You read that right. I’m sure the store heavily promoted that ‘The Apprentice’ was going to be filming and that if you bought something there was a reasonable chance you’d be on TV. Somehow they screwed it up. At day’s end, Capital Edge could’ve built the dome around the golf equipment complete with turrets and a moat and still eked out a victory.

The Donald took a page from Martha’s playbook and selected his own boardroom victims. He took James and Mark (who developed the baseball theme and sold nada), Josh (who PM’ed this mess) and Jen (who can’t sell and can’t say Zathura). The hype and rumors were true. The Donald is not messing around this year. A simple firing turned into a corporate downsizing with Mark Burnett screaming in the background. The Donald dropped the hammer on them all. Four episodes of advertising down the drain in one fell swoop.

On the bright side, the four of them crammed into the back of a cab in uncomfortable silence was way beyond enjoyable. And with the Donald flushing them four at a time, we only have two weeks until the finale.