I am slowly making my way around to all the POW stories and all the Wordzzles. Work is really knocking me on my butt and I can only process bits at a time. Finola deserves more consideration than I can give right now so I'm taking a break from writing.
I am looking forward to the finals of Dancing With the Stars
I love football. I love dancing. Big giant men are sexy. Naughty irreverent men are sexy.
So of course I adore WARREN SAPP
QuarterBack Killa' Becomes Ballroom Thrilla' - his words. Or as he so delightfully puts it during most practice sessions - 'Fat Man Gotta Dance'
It's no surprise to me that football players do well on DWTS. Even if you're not into football watch a series of drives - just a few moments even. Football is a Dance.
As the players line up you can hear the tinkling of starter notes for some jazz number.
Listen for the BAM as the center snaps the ball.
The Quarterback scrambles for position - hear the cymbals, maybe a snare drum.
The defense tries their best to get to him - trombones scream.
He lets the ball fly - a dramatic pause in the crescendo of music.
It falls into the hands of a wide receiver - the ballet toward touchdown begins.
I first realized the football - dance connection while watching Walter Payton -
And now with Warren ... I am enjoying the ...
Good Luck Warren!! You're Most Definitely My Choice - on and off the dance floor.
For a really good recap of the finals visit my friend TRAVIS HERE . His Tuesday and Wednesday posts this week will be it for the season.