Okay, so I watched that stupid show.
AND AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER, Mr. Clyde Drexler , the pride of the Portland Trail Blazers when they actually mattered, came out on the dance floor of DANCING WITH THE STARS and, well, basically, it was an awful lot like watching a closeted homo come out of the closet.
First off Clyde is way too tall for his dancing partner, some foreign chick named Elena Grinenko (btw do you have to be foreign to qualify as a dance champion?) so he hunched over….a lot..as if he was ashamed of some deep dark secret.
Then there was that orange shirt. I’m pretty sure I saw that shiny number on page 36 of my International Male catalog. It was right next to the underwear that makes your junk look bigger.
