I remember when I took a hiatus from my television/sports career to go rumba with a professional dancer at my first prom. Actually, scratch that: photo and video evidence confirms that I was a pimply lad who spent most of the evening quietly and gracelessly shuffling around the dance floor with my uninterested partner while futilely racking my brain for conversation topics.I guess that‘s a perk of being a celebrity; you get the same things as everyone else, only a little better. For Dancing with the Stars
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