...not really, but the sports loving man I live with just stormed out of the room when they announced that SYTYCD's Nathan would be dancing disco. I was prepared for "Screw disco." Or "This show is crap." What I was not prepared for was, "I would much rather see Nathan dance something like that Tyce Diorio Cancer number from last season than crappy disco." I was lightheaded from snapping my neck in his direction with a force that might have caused permanent nerve damage but I managed a "What?" He finished, "Disco. They have a contemporary dancer and their making him dance disco?"
OK, he got the right choreographer with the right dance from last season. He got the correct name and style of a dancer this season. Then after reentering the room, he followed with "I remember that kid auditioned last season and they put him through to this season because he was too young. He's good and they should let him dance what he dances." I'm sure I lost consciousness. I mean there was no bat, ball, goal, track, no touchdown, no karate chop...What?
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