Football or Flamenco? The dilemma of Monday night TV
Unlike many men I know, I am not a compulsive clicker-type person when watching television. However, this fall, on Mondays, I haven't been able to help myself: I keep switching between two shows,
One second I am watching concussions, and then the next the paso doble. One second I am watching vulgar breast-beating after a sack, and then the next sweet hugs and kisses after a tango. Is this healthy, doctor?
Of course, what both shows share is competition and athleticism. Indeed, five of the dancing tournaments have been won by athletes: Kristi, Emmett, Apollo, Helio and Shawn. They just use first names in
Both shows also have three god-like figures presiding. On
Let me tell you, there is no contest here. The judges are so much better than the announcers. Much of the time, I can't even differentiate between Jaworski -- who is known as Jaws -- and Gruden -- who is called Coach, because everybody in sports who ever coached, if for only a day is forever known by the honorific of "coach". They just pronounce the same X's and O's gobbledygook.
But the judges on
Also, the dancing judges have to make decisions without benefit of instant replay. Jaws and Coach need to see stuff over and over before they are ready to pontificate. Hey, is it any easier watching a lady fox trot in high heels than a linebacker blitz in cleats?
Best of all, on