(By Baxie) I’d like to take a minute to talk about, what I feel is, the biggest problem facing professional athletes today. No, I’m not talking about concussions, PED’s, steroids, or collective bargaining issues. I’m not talking about free agency, the designated hitter rule, deflating football, or the fines imposed upon excessive celebration in the end zone. I’m talking about the most embarrassing public relations nightmare in all professional sports. I’m talking about professional athletes competing in AND winning the championship title on “Dancing with the Stars”.
Last night, it occurred to me that I don’t really want to see professional athletes dancing any more than I want to see one of them shoot 300cc’s of muscle building proteins into the balls of their feet with a hypodermic needle. One, I don’t like needles. And secondly, I don’t like dancing. Last night former NY York Giants free agent running back Rashad Jennings won the “Dancing with the Stars” title over former Chicago Cubs and Red Sox catcher David Ross to become the show’s 24th celebrity champion. Jennings joins a short list of other NFL greats who also won “Dancing with the Stars” including Emmitt Smith, Hines Ward, and Donald Driver. Now, keep in mind, that to win “Dancing with the Stars”, Rashad Jennings had to beat such A-List celebrities as Charo, Mr. T, Chris Kattan, and Nancy Kerrigan.
By winning this Rashad Jennings has proven that he has enough rhythm and physical grace to outlast eleven washed up has-beens—some of whom are senior citizens desperate to refuel their wildly forgettable careers. Did anyone really want to see Chris Kattan dance? I certainly didn’t. Nor, can I imagine that there are any TRUE NFL fans itching to find out which players will dance before the judges next season. As a football fan, myself, I cringe every time I see a professional athlete or C-list actor humiliate themselves by attempting to Foxtrot their way back to cultural relevance. This madness must stop. It’s like the two girls one cup video. I’ll watch 2 minutes of it once. But I’m never going back for more.