I’m screwed every Monday night.
Screwed in the sense that if the Monday Night Football game I’m enjoying isn’t decided by the time Dancing With The Stars airs, I usually miss the action from that point on.
I’m not one that has to dictate the remote control.
Our best TV is in the great room. That’s the hub: Best couch, arm chair, rocker and closest to the kitchen.
I rarely stay with MNF past DWTS’s starting time.
If the game is awful or one-sided, Entertainment Tonight and/or back-to-back House Hunters are usually on. If my Raiders are playing, so is the 6 o’clock news after several defensive series.
I have one complaint about DWTS and it has to do with fairness.
Since half the dancing teams are pros, why on earth do some of the celebrity stars have heavy dance, and/or ballet backgrounds?
Isn’t that teaming a pro with a ringer?
They’re too good … much better than Bill Nye the Science Guy.
DWTS should level the dance field. Bill Nye’s competition should be … well … other Bill Nyes.
Fan-voting aside, it’s more enjoyable seeing someone with Bill Nye-ability improve week-to- week rather than someone whose danced in the Mickey Mouse Club since they were 3.
Jack Osbourne’s struggles and conquests are legit as are others of his ability. Front-runners who’ve danced their whole life are down right boring.
Without letting on my knowledge of DWTS, the show’s two best choreographers, Derek and Karina, did take their partners to the finals. Thankfully, the non-ringer won.
Is it me or are the dance numbers turning into big-time stage productions? Every place I’ve ever danced … back in the day … not once did I see props nor remove my shirt.
Soon, DWTS special effects might carry the day, not dancing. Maybe then, if the show’s appeal wanes will I get the option of start-to-finish MNF …
… which is what this column was mainly about.
I’m going to chop some wood.