We vowed to stay miles away from the ridiculousness that is Shaq’s Big Challenge.  I mean c’mon, the world needs a Shaq reality show like we need six balls.  Our philosophy was if we just ignore it, it will go away.

It was good plan and it very well might have worked had the backsides of Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh not been pushing up against the inside of my flatscreen as I flipped across ABC.  Shaq was taking on the US Beach Volleyball Super-Duo May-Treanor and Walsh and I must admit I watched.  I liked.  Of course Misty and Kerri won in straight games, but the real winner of this match-up is you.

Once again, we bring you the beach volleyball butts of the Greatest Sport on Earth.  Thank you, Shaq.

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