Show Me the Money

(Apparently, Show Me the Money was canceled a couple weeks back. No one sent me the memo. This makes sense, actually. ABC made the announcement at a time that would produce the least amount of fanfare; the holidays.) Goodbye, Show Me the Money. You will be dearly missed. You gave us an epic amount of silliness and, for that, there is no substitute. Where else can we witness a seventy year-old former space captain dance the Salsa with beautiful young women and unsuspecting strangers? Unless Patrick Stewart joins Dancing with the Stars, the answer is nowhere.
Why must you leave us in such haste? America was simply not ready for your brand of variety game show. So complex in its simplicity, the concept of intermittent dancing between middle-school level multiple choice questions was truly ahead of its time. Maybe in a decade or two we can revisit the concept. Maybe then will it make sense to the masses. Shatner, oh Shatner, how come you couldn't right this sinking ship? You were certainly the best of the current crop of network game show hosts. Howie Mandel on Deal or No Deal? You've got him by a few decades and a few thousand strands of hair. Bob Saget on 1 vs. 100? While he was parenting the Olsen Twins, you were T.J. Hooker. No one competes with The Shatner. Now, if I have the craving for game shows with random dancing from scantily clad women, where must I go? Univision, perhaps. I could travel to Europe or South America, where almost every show follows the "crusty-male-host-with-random-beautiful-dancers" formula. But, alas, the dream is over. Goodbye, Show Me the Money. -Oscar Dahl, BuddyTV Senior Writer