This Post is About Dancing With the Stars . . . . I'm Sorry

Is there a bigger "oh shit" moment than the one where you see a large ass airliner skidding toward you while you're driving in your car? And don't be going all 9/11 on me people, show some respect.

Speaking of respect and 9/11, I had a gut punch experience yesterday. ABC announced the participants for the second edition of "Dancing With the Stars" and among those that will be hoofing it is Jerry Rice aka my favorite football player of all time. I wish I could describe to you how I felt when I heard this news . . . . it was somwhere between how a proud Confederate soldier would feel if he found out his great grandpappy was black and watching "Blossom." There are not enough tears.

At the very least Evander Holyfield had an excuse when he was a contestant last year. He had been beaten retarded. Rice was attempting to make one more go of it this past August. His thirst for competition cannot be that bad . . . if it is get the fucker into a program.

If Rice's participation does make most middle age men die a little inside, the inclusion of Tatum O'Neal certainly will. The bitch is a former Oscar winner and held her own while working with talents like Walter Matthau and Jackie Earle Haley. Then she got all fuckable in "Little Darlings" and soon thereafter got all strung out and began the continual hopped up on cokle banging of John McEnroe. She was a fucking guy's dream. Now she's fucking dancing for our attention and not in a respectable stripper way.

There has been a lot of fucked up shit going down the last few months. I am almost certain that this edition of "Dancing With the Stars" may be the capper that leads to us all being extremely fucked come March or so.

- MPH