Leading off today: I have a confession to make. I've given in to the temptation. I'm no longer allowed to offer a dismissive wave of a hand at that breed of addicts that I used to both pity and despise.
It's my girlfriend's fault, really, because she dragged me into this guilty pleasure of sorts after seven-plus years of being able to do without. I'd survived the first episode of Survivor without feeling the urge to go back for seconds. But now I've succumbed.
My name is John, and I watch reality TV.
America's Next Top Model may be about a dozen women more shallow than the graves dug by serial-killer drifters. But I'm there to watch every week.
Rock of Love, featuring Bret Michaels of Poison trying to hook up with assorted trailer-trash-quality groupies? Count me in every Sunday, regardless of whether every rose really does have its thorn. Because it's Nothin' But a Good Time, you know.
Hogan Knows Best, starring wrestling legend Hulk Hogan? I vividly remember the Sports Illustrated cover story on the sport when it reached its height of popularity 20 years ago and the joke that wrestlers tell:
Q: What's missing half its teeth and has an IQ of 40?
A: The first 10 rows of any wrestling crowd.
Doesn't matter, baby, I can't help but watch every sumptuous episode.
And, now, we possibly have the all-time reality show to fulfill my two greatest needs in life (other than food) -- wasting time and watching sports. Yes, it's true. "Hoops" Weiss of the New York Daily News reports that we're close to being able to watch a real-life version of The White Shadow.
Ronnie "The Teacher" Naclerio, the head coach at Benjamin Cardozo of the PSAL, has been allowing