http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/050819
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If anything, the Rafael Palmeiro saga reminded everyone of a time-worn lesson: Never, ever trust a good-looking guy with a nice mustache. Those are always the guys who sleep with your ex-girlfriend and leave the dinner table three seconds before the check arrives. Always keep these people at arm's length. I'm telling you.
Speaking of Lance, everyone keeps raving how he's such a physical specimen, how he's unbelievable, how he's an inspiration and everything else -- and I'm not denying any of that -- but what about Jack Nicholson? The guy's been partying like a madman for four decades now: Outlived Belushi and Hunter S., looks 10 times better than Keith Richards and Jan Michael Vincent, still hangs with 25-year-olds and Playboy bunnies ... I mean, everyone else from his generation is either dead, brain-dead or stone-cold sober, and he's still chugging along like a college sophomore at Mardi Gras. So where's his Nike commercial?
One of my favorite dumb Hollywood quirks: The Shue Phenomenon, which applies whenever a less famous sibling suddenly becomes more famous than their famous sibling (like Andrew Shue surpassing sister Elisabeth during his first few years on "Melrose Place", before she dramatically reclaimed the throne with "Leaving Las Vegas"). And I mention this only because Kevin Dillon's improbable passing of Matt Dillon (thanks to "Entourage") has to be the greatest moment in the history of the Shue Phenomenon ... in fact, Clint Howard would need to direct three consecutive Oscar winners to approach what's happening here.
And finally, I have a new favorite TV show: "Taradise." It's like the E! executives were sitting around one day and one of them said, "Hey, what if we pretended to hire Tara Reid for the 'Wild On' series, only it will be an excuse for our cameras to follow her around as she gets plastered in foreign countries and makes a complete fool of herself week after week?"
Somehow that's exactly what ends up happening. For instance, in this week's show, Tara went parasailing in Greece with Paris Hilton, somehow avoided a Brutus the Barber Beefcake-type accident, proceeded to chow down at dinner like a Shetland pony, then went out dancing (if you could call lurching around like a marlin "dancing"), threw herself at some horrified Greek guys, stuck her tongue out a lot, stumbled around and repeatedly screamed, "This is awesome!" and looked more bloated than Val Kilmer at the end of "The Doors." That was the whole show. It's like watching disturbing home videos of someone right before her friends had an intervention for her ... only there's no intervention. The show just keeps going.
To recap: Phenomenal idea, phenomenal title, a once-in-a-generation star at her absolute anti-apex ... and we even get to learn about other countries. Now that's a winner, my friends. Do yourself a favor and head down to "Taradise."
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