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Do I know how to pick 'em or what?

In an effort to lighten the mood around here, I've decided to offer an update on my prediction(s) about who will glide to victory and who will clomp around on two left feet on ABC's Dancing with the Stars.

Basically, I rock. I should be a TV critic. I should be a sports (?) prognosticator. I should be in Vegas, baby.

On Feb. 19, I predicted that the first quazi-celebrity to be ousted from season six of DWTS would be former tennis phenom and unfortunate stabbing victim Monica Seles. The clumsy Yugoslavian proved me right on Tuesday night's results show.

In a new twist, TPTB at DWTS (I'm just doing it to annoy you) decided to double the fun and kick to the curb TWO people -- the worst female contestant AND the worst male contestant -- during the first results show.

Enter Penn Gilette, who I described (before ever having seen him dance, I'll have you know) as "lumbering." Was I ever spot on. He's outta there, as of last night. One thing I didn't foretell was the way he talked incessantly in an attempt to be funny, interrupting, yelling, talking to the audience, acting like an ill-mannered buffoon. Not once did I laugh. Except when the judges and viewers hit the eject button, in a manner of speaking.

Will my amazing psychic talents continue to reveal themselves in upcoming weeks? Next on my cha-cha-ciao list is latin heartthrob (and Chilean Air Force pilot) Cristian De La Fuente. Unless he somehow turns ugly in the next week or breaks a limb or gets called to active duty in Iraq, it's not looking great for me. He wasn't the best, but he certainly wasn't in the cellar with Mr. Lumbering, either.

But for the first couple weeks of this season, I give myself a 10.
(And the crowd goes wild!)

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Tim said…
You should be picking basketball games in the NCAA tournament.

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