Open Mouth, Insert Foot

I'm not a big fan of reality shows. Really, I'm not. I do enjoy talent shows, though. Since I was a little girl I've loved shows like StarSearch... As an adult I fell in love with Nashville Star...and although it's nearly sacreligeous to say, I'm NOT an Idol fan. Mind you, after a few years of seasoning I've come to like Kelly Clarkson's music...and Clay Aiken isn't bad. I also enjoy the music of Carrie Underwood, Kimberly Locke, and Josh Gracin. I think maybe it's the judges and the format of Idol that turned me off.

Anyway...there was one show that intrigued me from the beginning. Maybe because for as long as I remember I've thought Ballroom Dance was beautiful...and Latin was not only gogeous, but stunning and dramatic and sensually, unapologetically sexy. So, of course, when Dancing With The Stars first aired I KNEW I was going to tune in. It called to me.

And then I watched Kelly Monaco grow, improve and win...only to have that wussy, pansyass John O'Hurley whine and cry foul and beg for a re-match. What a joke. I'm guessing he was never taught about what consists of unsportsmanlike conduct...or class. And adding insult to injury, Kelly wound up losing the re-match. That was season one. Which had me saying I wouldn't watch again next year.

Then they announced the players...and Stacy Keibler, Lisa Rinna, and Jerry Rice...and I say to myself...this should be GOOD! And I tune in. I fall in love all over again. And I cheer Stacy on...only to find her lose in the last round because she showed herself to be so good from the beginning that the judges expected "more" of her in the final dance. Bull crap. Especially with how long losers like Master P got to stay in because of his fan base...even with his blatant lack of respect and effort. Or the fact that Jerry Rice, although okay, didn't deserve to be in the final three...and I watched more talented dancers get knocked out simply because of his star power. And I found myself once again saying that I wouldn't be watching next year.

Until they announced that Emmitt Smith was going to be competing this year. I'm a HUGE Emmitt Smith fan. And an even BIGGER Cowboys fan. So I thought I'd check it out...and pray that he didn't look nearly as stiff as Jerry. Imagine my surprise and enjoyment to find that Emmitt had some style...AND rhythm...and that he knew how to play the crowd. And he had some good competition in Joey Lawrence and Mario Lopez... Against all protests...I'm once again drawn in.

I should have known better and followed my own advice..."Never say never..."