I'm sorry to say I missed last night's episode of "Dancing with the Stars." I was just too busy. Crime doesn't fight itself, you know. Well, except in The Godfather.
Anyway, it looks like the Mavs owner-slash-potential owner of other flailing sports teams did a pretty good job. It reminds me of the days when it was legal for me to dance, before new legislation updated the fire code. And his partner Kym Johnson? She's not the hottest girl in the world by any means. But I'd still drink a gallon of her pee just to see where it came from.