I don’t think this show was ever good enough to make the phrase "Jumping the Shark" even vaguely appropriate, but assuming that there existed a shark so ravaged by disease that it was begging for a jetboat to explode midway over the ramp to put the whole thing out of its misery, I think it’s now safe to say that completely abandoning the gambling angle to throw in a holodeck controlled by a headless robot is the moment when everything went up in flames. Because one’s ability to dress up like a squirrel, glide, and shoot targets while doing so is indicative of… I don’t even know. How do you even develop that skillset? The mind boggles.
