Showing posts with label Dancing with the Stars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dancing with the Stars. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Thank You America!

The Save Clyde Campaign... from Himself

We were starting to think there was only gonna be one way Clyde Drexler was gonna get eliminated from Dancing with the Stars Season 3 and that was if he was pitted against Heather Mills. No one's voting off a woman with a prosthetic leg. Sure enough, Clyde and Mills were the bottom two last night and Clyde couldn't muster the votes.

Clyde, though, was all class after getting the boot, really living up to that fabled rep as a class act. But we'll leave the commentary to our favorite new Dancing with the Stars analyst.

So the campaign was short-lived... now that it's all over I almost wish it wasn't. Almost. We'll miss Elena. Problem is, we're actually somewhat invested in the show now. It's all about the dancers... ordinary celebrities, in their ever diminishing capacity as icons of grace and beauty, do nothing for us now.

Julianne Hough's booty shake last night was a religious experience.

We're hoping Cliff Clavin lasts a little longer, Edyta is the Polska prawda. And her website has some boudoir photos... which have been clicked mightily. So we're not the only ones.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The Save Clyde Campaign... from Himself

Please... don't encourage him. The NBA has seen fit to give Clyde a blog, ostensibly detailing his experience on Dancing With the Stars. Which, you know, they gave Gilbert Arenas a blog, so trainwrecks aren't necessarily beyond the Association, as endearing as they might be. But it's just that Clyde is really starting to believe he's getting better.

Don't make Clyde the new Sanjaya when the old Sanjaya is still around. Please, we implore you, loyal fans of Phi Slamma Jamma, the Portland Trailblazers circa '83-'93 and the '94-'95 Houston Rockets' World Championship team, let's not concede that if Jordan and Barkley can have gambling then Clyde can have the jive.

Please, make this stop.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Somebody Please... Make This Stop

What kind of America are we living in when a Shandi Finnessey is the second to get the boot from a prime-time reality show?

When that reality show is Dancing with the Stars and why? Because there's not a straight man in America watching it and everyone else hates the 6' blonde beauty queen. And again, Clyde will get to see if he can't look more awkward on national television. Shandi should have stayed on at least as long as Antonella Barba for whatever she was doing on American Idol. If nothing else, for sporting the always classy bare mid-riff... we DO NOT want Clyde or John Ratzenberger baring anything, let alone any riff. But what can we do about it? Oh yea, not vote for Clyde. If you have any love for the man... please.