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So, I guess Emmitt Smith’s “Please Leprechaun Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em” gimmick worked, because he was crowned the Dancing With The Stars champion last night, joining an exclusive club which also boasts Drew Lachey and Kelly Monaco. Impressive company, indeed.

While I do agree that Emmitt may be the “nicer” guy, or the “cuter” guy, or just more “the guy” than Mario Lopez…Mario was clearly the superior dancer. But, as I’m sure we can all agree, America doesn’t always go for “best.” I did feel bad for Karina, though. The expression on her face after finding out she and Mario didn’t win fell somewhere between getting ready to cry and an primal need to tackle Emmitt to the ground and tear the tin foil trophy out of Two-Time Champion Cheryl Burke’s hands. It really was sad.

We also watched Day Break…all two hours of it or, three iterations of the same day. For those of you used to watching 24, it lasted…two hours. For those of you who watch Lost, it lasted six days. We enjoyed it - but I have to say, it’s hard on me to watch Taye Diggs get the crap kicked out of him and get shot over and over and over and over. Nevertheless, I will be more than happy to watch the show for an hour a week, because I need to know that he and Rita will live long enough to exact revenge on Rita’s ex.

Oh - that “Lost Nugget” we’re promised every episode of Day Break until Lost returns in February? What a disappointment…all we saw was Charlie yelling at Desmond. How come folks like Eko have to die, but we’re still stuck with Charlie?