Dancing With the Stars Week Three reviews are now posted at I’m Not Here to Make Friends. Competition Night here, Results Night here. For his true embrace of what I see as the show’s spirit, I actually dare to praise Tom DeLay:
Standing in red-and-white stripes next to Cheryl’s star-spangled dirty pillows, Hammer Tom looks like a lost confused soul who should be the central character in a Kurt Vonnegut novel. In rehearsals he’s by-God doing The Robot, and I want Dr. Sam Beckett to Quantum Leap back in time and make that go away. But he is showing the will to push through stress fractures on both feet at his age, and what else can I do but tip my cap to that?
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