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Dancing to the Finals

You may have noticed that I've stopped writing about Dancing With The Stars. Mostly because I've stopped watching it. Mostly because the thrill is gone.

I must point out, though, that two of the three people I predicted would make it to the final round are, indeed, in the running for the infamous "mirror-ball trophy." They are Olympic gold-medal-winning figure skater Kristi Yamaguchi and NFL star Jason Taylor. The third is latin heartthrob Cristian de la Fuenta who, you may remember, I thought was hot hot hot but not not not likely to garner votes. Was I wrong.

In fact, the guy is almost Jordanesque in that he has performed through the searing pain of a torn tendon in his arm. Double-in-fact, he got his best scores of the season the week after his partner nearly ripped his arm in two at the elbow.

Last night, the gal I was secretly pulling for got the boot. Tony-award-winning Marissa Jaret Winokur, a bubbly, beautiful, full-figured bundle of talent, kept smiling even after she learned the bad news.

I love her attitude and her message:

"I've never felt sexier in my life. Just going through this ride, I feel like I can pretty much do anything," Winokur said, adding that she "wanted to prove to people that you don't have to be a size zero to dance."

"I want everyone to go out and do something fun," she said as the credits rolled. "Do something that makes you feel sexy...and shake what your mama gave you!"

If you care, the finals are next Monday and Tuesday. If I had money to bet (but who does, with gas $4 a gallon?), I'd still put it all on Kristi.

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