I was late to the game; I’ll admit it. I had no interest in watching a bunch of people who thought they could dance flail around the stage in shiny costumes while a second-rate Simon Cowell (or maybe first-rate Simon Cowell; I don’t really think much of Simon Cowell) tells them they’re whatever the dance equivalent of “pitchy” is. Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you at this point how I finally started watching So You Think You Can Dance in season 5, which is, coincidentally, the same season I started watching American Idol; all I can tell you is that now that I’ve hopped on the hot tamale train, I’ll never go back. Continue reading