Last night, Ron Artest Metta World Peace danced his first dance on “Dancing with the Stars.” He danced the cha-cha-cha and my mom watched it. Here’s what she thought.

OK, Trey-Trey.

So I watched the “Dancing with the Stars” season premiere tonight. I know you’re not a fan, so I’ll explain. At the beginning of every show, the professional dancers and stars saunter down a huge flight of stairs. The first star was unrecognizable, walking bent-kneed all the way down. Thought maybe it was the token 80 year-old star, but I knew it couldn’t be Buzz Aldridge (ed. note: close enough) again. And it wasn’t Betty White, although the hair color was similar.

Then the announcement:  Something World Peace.

Wha-a-at happened? As he got closer, I realized Ron Artest was no longer Ron Artest. He was Dennis Rodman, or at least he looked like him. And I don’t mean that in a good way.

Next, his bio clip. He gave a little background as to why he’s doing DWTS (noble reasons). And then he broke out into a little robot action, which you know I liked. He said, “I want to make a statement on the dance floor.”

Then I watched him on the dance floor and I wanted to make a statement:  STOP THE NBA LOCKOUT!!!

Hakuna Matata World Peace should not be dancing. He should be playing basketball. And he should go back to being Ron Artest. Yeah, he may be fun to watch on the basketball court, but watching him on the dance floor was just plain awkward. Not as awkward as having to watch Chaz Bono (still can’t quite shake that image from my head), but awkward nonetheless.

With Ronnie at the bottom of the leader board with 14 points, my guess is that these weekly posts will be short-lived. But then again, a major transformation could take place. Just ask Chastity Chaz Bono.


Thanks, Mom!