Finally, I'm starting to feel a dab better. "Feel" is the operative word as I will sound like Bert from Sesame Street and hack like a bailiff from Night Court (bad taste?) for the next few days.

However, the acknowledgement of recovery from this demon cold didn't come until about 6 p.m. Friday, when I finally took a shower for the first time in 2.5 days. And I tricked up the shower per a technique I read about on Rocannon Macgregor's blog about fitness, Primal Nature Play, which had me alternating between steaming hot water and frigid cold water at the end of the shower.

Rocannon wrote somewhere on that blog (cold medicine has me still a tad groggy) that he never ends his showers with anything but freezing cold water and that alternating between very hot and cold would make me look and feel better and younger, anon.

I'll be damned. You might think I'm making fun, but this guy is onto something. He was right. It felt terrific, and I didn't even recognize the possible correlation between my shower experiment and the fact that I started to feel better minutes after. I'm finally on the downhill side of this sinusitis, hay fever, rhinovirus mountain of hell.

Visiting Rocannon's site (and his colleagues' sites) was one of many fun things I did while doped up on cold medicine today.

To be honest, I have an affinity for "individuals," folks who are a bit out there. One of my favorite people in the world is Momo from The Momo Zone on YouTube. His raison d'etre is to help folks get on track with their creative efforts, turning vision into product.

I think I've written about him before. However, he's got this contest going where folks are posting videos of them singing, playing, lip-synching, whatevering to his new song called Alive in Death Valley, which is sung by his gorgeous partner Crila.

So, I spent part of the afternoon figuring out how I plan to arrange the song for my entry. Truth is, this is a rockin' guitar-oriented song, and I already e-mailed Momo to let him know I was going to trick it up piano style, something he was hoping somebody out there would do.

But the more I listen to this song, the more I like it. This is a turn-it-up-in-your-car sort of track with a great hook, great vocal and a terrific energy. And this is a big reason why people listen to Momo's advice about following through on creative projects: Because he lives it.

Alive in Death Valley (lip-synched by Cristina)

What else.

Mary Tyler Moore Season 3 is now available on hulu.com, but I worked on knocking out a few Season 2 episodes I hadn't seen. For those of you who don't know: I revere MTM. Love the show. Love her.

Did you know that while Ed Asner is super liberal, Ted Knight was his polar opposite politically? They managed to remain friends.

Another tangent: Knight was actually distraught about the Ted Baxter role, thinking it was killing his ability to get other work.

Even though I love MTM, she was way hotter on the Dick Van Dyke show.

I'm creepy.

Oooh, I organized my iTunes library on the new computer and found an easy way to kill all my duplicate, dead tracks. Worked like a charm.

I stayed at home so as not to get any friends or the general public sick.

I'm catching up on TV so I can get back to my routine next week.

I saw a movie. A new release. Borderline sci-fi. And I loved it.

And I rested. You know, I don't like writing personal dear-diary posts. Nobody gives a crap. However, the vigor with which I write this very second is the mere result of happiness stemming from not feeling like dog poop anymore.

Amen -- and amen.

I did watch So You Think You Can Dance? this week, and I didn't have much of a problem with who was eliminated. If it had been me, I would have voted to eliminate Comfort, but it was Matt's time to go on the guy's side.

And Thayne is next.

However, I've been battling what I thought was hay fever all week. Then again, I'm not a doctor and, in fact, might be an idiot. I worked through it Tuesday and Wednesday, but it just kept getting worse and worse, eventually moving into my chest.

The big trouble here was me: I was treating this as if it were a pesky pollen allergy, which is probably still a big reason for the cold somehow someway, instead of the head cold or sinusitis or whatever that it is. I debated whether to call in sick this morning because, honestly, I felt a "dab" better this morning than I did the past two mornings.

However, my body was just worn out, so I called in sick and slept until 2 p.m. That would be 14 hours of sleep.

The good news is that I'm taking some cold medicine with Guaifenesin in it, in hopes of killing the chest part of the cold before it gets too bad. That same medicine is drying up my sinuses, which is good, and improving my disposition, which is great.

But I suspect this Independence Day, the 232nd birthday of America, is likely going to be one of rest and limited physical activity, including blog/YouTube work. It's funny because after I nearly hit a deer along Interstate 40 last week, Mom asked me if the experience scared me.

I said that it didn't at all but that the possibility of being out of commission for six months, minus my routine, the blogs, the work, etc. -- now THAT would have scared me. But getting killed instantly by running into a deer?

No. And this is why I hate colds. Because it's THAT on a much smaller scale.

But the truth is: When we're sick, we just gotta shut it down for a few days. Sleep extra. Watch TV. Read something light. So, I'll be back at it by Monday, I would imagine.

Mom thought perhaps I was just getting tired of visiting every few weeks, given that I'd complain about getting sick everytime I visited.

And I would.

Since moving back to Oklahoma in 2005, I've gotten sick every summer. A cold, if you will, not something like hepatitis or the measles. I'd call it my summer cold, and I get it each June although I periodically get it in the spring, too.

After three years, I realize this is no cold. It's hay fever. I've had mild bouts with it periodically over the past three years, but I have it right now worse than I ever have. Couldn't play a gig if I had to. I will struggle to go to work tomorrow insomuch that I will feel terrible in the morning -- stuffy, swollen and miserable with a dry mouth and sore throat, sore teeth and aching face.

I don't really have the urge to do anything but curl up and die. Well, it's not that bad, but it pretty much saps my will to exist, which I think might just be a nicer way of saying the former.

So, how do I know it's hay fever?

I get sick after mowing the lawn. Instantaneously.

It didn't used to be instantaneous. I'd mow the yard here in Norman or visit Mom across the state and mow hers, and I'd get symptoms the next day. I would get annoyed that somebody deigned to give ME a cold given that my life and to-dos and ambitions and routines are so much more important than everyone else's.

As it's gotten worse, the onset of the hay fever is more dramatic, pronounced and instant. I was sneezing like a fool 10 minutes after wrapping up my edging. I was ill by that night, and I'm likely now stuck with this crap for life. It's getting worse each year.

No, I might not have it chronically (please dear God in heaven, no), but each June in Oklahoma for the rest of my life, I'm going to have to deal with this. My initial strategy is to buy masks for mowing. If these don't work, I will have to give up mowing, and I strangely enough enjoy mowing and yard work generally.

I'm buying local, raw honey in each place where I work and live, particularly where I might do anything outside. The honey is full of allergens that are supposed to help sufferers of allergic rhinitis, such as myself, develop tolerance toward local pollens.

I'm going to avoid working out in the morning until later this summer, I suspect. Pollen gets produced at its highest levels between 5 and 10 a.m.

I'm going to experiment with some antihistamines this weekend if this crap isn't gone. They'll send me to la-la land, I suspect though. I'm already taking a generic version of Alavert, but I'll stop before taking the antihistamines. I'm leery about mixing anything medically.

I might get a neti pot.

I'm not really in the mood to do anything else until this crap is gone. So, the blog is taking a break, and I probably won't post anything relative to So You Think You Can Dance? tomorrow ... Just going to rest and take it easy.

In the interim, if you suffer from hay fever and have any words of wisdom, I'm all ears.

My cousin e-mailed me to say she and her daughter would be in the audience again this week for Nashville Star, to which I wanted to reply:

I'm so sorry ...

NBC has all but killed the cable hit that was Nashville Star; however, a couple performers continue to show enough mettle and talent to warrant at least a shot on the open market.

But I'll get to Melissa Lawson and Gabe Garcia in a sec.

The Nashville Star dream ended for Alyson Gilbert, leaving eight performers vying for one spot. And, make no mistake: To the losers of this show will almost certainly come lifetime anonymity.

Most of them deserve to be plucked off the show right now. Heck, I thought John Rich was going to oust Coffey and Tommy Stanley on the spot, something Donald Trump would have done on The Apprentice.

Trump never cared though. It was his way or the highway. Could you imagine producers coming up to the Donald saying, "Uh, Mr. Trump, we still have six weeks left. You just eliminated everybody but Trace and Piers."

Nashville Star, though, needs as much time as possible to mold into something bearable. Heck, it was slightly entertaining to see Coffey talk back to the judges with some rarely seen bits of anger. I thought he was ready to buck up to one of 'em.

Fact is though that the judges were right: Coffey is not a country singer. Really, he's not even a good singer -- of pop, R&B, polka, chants, anything.

On the other hand, he IS country. Coming from Bangs, Texas, you are by definition country. A town of 1,100 people, as Coffey put it, not counting the sheep. But he's not a country singer.

The dilemma here is that while neither Coffey nor Tommy Stanley is a country singer and while neither is particularly good, some burden has to be placed on the show's producers for putting them there in the first place. It's almost as if NBC owes these kids now.

Truth be told, what's needed for Coffey and Tommy Stanley is what's needed for everybody on this God-forsaken show: They need to be workin' in bars and clubs and county fairs. They need to experience life, experience hurt, suffer, develop their craft, learn to write, etc. etc. etc.

They are not nearly ready for anything beyond that.

They need to devote their nights, their weekends, their holidays to the pursuit of becoming a better artist -- and part of that effort requires listening. The trio called Pearl Heart survived this week and admitted on national television that they had never even heard of Restless Heart's No. 1 hit from the late 1980s, "I'll Still Be Lovin' You."

And therein lies the big problem. No excuse.

If you want to pursue music seriously, you have to listen to everything. You have to know these songs. You have to immerse yourself deep into your genre, and I'd recommend studying other styles of music, too.

I will and do listen to anything and everything, listening to artists and songs I've never heard before and that I might just hate with the purpose of developing my ear. You cannot be a serious musician and not know the standards of your genre.

It's not just a problem on Nashville Star, it's a problem on Idol and any other music-oriented show. By nature, people listen to what they like, and they find other artists like those artists, and they don't stray. What they become, as musicians, are impersonators of that thing they listen to.

Listening habits must change, youngins.

For example, did Melissa Lawson actually know "Landslide" before the Dixie Chicks remade it a few years back? Lawson was really solid vocally, reminding me a dab of Trisha Yearwood, but she still doesn't strike me as a student of country music.

Where's the Dolly Parton, Crystal Gayle, Tammy Wynette, Lynn Anderson, etc. etc. etc. For the guys, where is the old George Strait? Are you kidding me that we haven't heard one Strait classic yet on this show?

Gabe Garcia will get my undying support if he will sing these words:

In a bar in Acuna called Ma Crosby's

I found myself not feeling any pain

Of course, that's the greatness of "Blame It On Mexico," and I'm rambling a bit here, but you get the point. As decent as Garcia was tonight on "Wanted Dead or Alive," anything by BonJovi doesn't qualify as the type of country that will endear him to the country masses.

For goodness' sake, Laura and Sophie sang "Walkin' On Sunshine," made popular in 1985 by Katrina & The Waves. Great song. Not a damned thing country about it, period.

Ashlee Hewitt is cute and bubbly, but she's just young and extremely inexperienced.

I have to admit that it bugged me a ton that Hewitt attempted to play Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" on the piano. She completely butchered the piano part. John Rich and the band, or whoever helped her this week, dumbed down that piano part so that she could handle it, and it absolutely showed.

My question is: Had she even heard of that song before this week?

On a positive note, I still think the kid from Minnesota could be a force in the industry, eventually. However, that caveat, that addendum is always there: Eventually.

All of these singers and performers need more experience, both on stage and in life, I'm afraid. While I can't advise them on the life side of things, I can advise them on the music part of it.

You have to listen to everything.

Journey. Faith Hill. Bob Marley. Donna Fargo. Metallica and Judas Priest. George Strait and George Michael. The Spice Girls and Hank III. The Beatles and The Buggles, Rascal Flatts and CCR.

And you have to listen with discipline.

When I listen, I take mental notes. I don't physically write them down as I am not insane. However, I keep mental notes, acknowledging what I like, what I don't like, what the artist does well and how I can use that to better myself. I listen to the musicians, how they play certain riffs and how they voice chords. Whether they sing with big vibrato or keep it staccato.

What are the words like: deep or frivolous? Does the artist even write his/her own stuff? Heck, read some wikipedia while you listen to these artists to get a sense for what it took to make it big, from their perspective.

And then practice and play as if your spot in eternity depended on it.

When I see a guy like Coffey with his kid or Gilbert with her housewife country-music dream, I see folks who have already made their life choice. Lawson is doing pretty well, but given that she has five kids, does she really have the bandwidth to do this long-term?

Hard to say. I'm not one to deny anybody anything for any reason as it pertains to a dream. However, I'm just not sensing that any of these contestants has really put their heart and soul into the pursuit of a music career just yet. Likewise, I get more and more of a sense that most of these contestants don't have the proper foundation in country music.

Sure, I periodically hear a little twang, and every once in a while, one of these singers stays on key. However, I assure you that country music is much, much more than that, and most of that type of life experience these folks either don't have yet or never, ever in a million years will have.

In all honesty, the producers would do well to eliminate everybody right now but Ashlee Hewitt, Gabe Garcia and Melissa Lawson.

Then again, if I were Garcia or Lawson, in particular, I might just drop out right now to acknowledge how much of a turd this show has been. It would be ballsy, and it would show they would "get" just how much of a disconnect there is between real country music and this show.

Typically when I watch a movie, I like it to leave room for discussion. The film is a main course; the discussion is dessert.

Ben Affleck's "Gone Baby Gone" leaves the viewer with too much of the latter without enough of the former. Yes, it was well done. It was a top-notch crime procedural although, in parts, it felt like it could have been a TV movie.

Also, Amy Ryan and Titus Welliver had breakout roles, earning the former an Oscar nomination. Heavy praise was heaped upon Casey Affleck, but I thought it was mildly undeserved and would have liked to have seen Mark Wahlberg or Matt Damon get the part of Patrick Kenzie, a private investigator who stumbles into a missing child investigation with his partner-girlfriend, played by Michelle Monaghan.

If you haven't seen this film and would like to not have the ending SPOILED for you, go now.

*****

How the movie ends: A corrupt police chief, played by Morgan Freeman, arranged the kidnapping of the little girl (Amanda McCready), played by Madeline O'Brien in part because he lost his own child some years back and in part because he believed he could give the 4 year-old a better life.

The girl's mother, played by Ryan, is a drug-abusing whore of sorts. She leaves the girl at home alone, and by all rights should have the child taken away by social services.

But in a stunning development, the relationship between Monaghan's character and Affleck's ends because he decides the appropriate thing to do is return the kid to the mother. Monaghan insists that Affleck allow the toddler to stay with Freeman because the girl "is clearly happier with him."

This really surprised me because I feel strongly, very strongly, that Affleck did the right thing here. Hell, I commented to somebody that I wouldn't have been able to continue a romantic relationship with Monaghan's character after that on principle. Not only was it the legalistically proper thing for Affleck to do (turn in the police chief), it was the morally proper thing also.

Think about the slippery slope here.

I don't think most of us would approve of a parent taking drugs in front of a kid or abandoning a child to do those things. However, what other dilemma might allow us to slide this slope to the pits of moralistic hell? How about saving a child from two smoker parents, a decision that might keep the child's lungs fresh? How about arranging for a kidnapping to save a child from a father who spanks her? Some folks are adamant that spanking is abuse.

I think they are insane. However, these folks exist.

Could we approve of an "arranged kidnapping" in the event of obese parents, saving the child from the trauma of not only their parents' likely premature death but also from a lifetime of poor eating habits?

Can we "reappropriate" children to parents based on wealth, faith, etc?

Based on what little I know about philosophy, Affleck's character exercised what's called the "categorical imperative." I had to look this up, but Monaghan exercised what's called "consequentialist" reasoning, which is an ethical stance that values the result of a situation more than it does whether or not the action is right or wrong.

Perhaps I'm a weirdo, but while results are important, the morally proper thing to do is more important.

And it disturbs me just a little that, I suspect, most people think Affleck's character did the wrong thing.

Good movie, not great. I'll give it a hearty B+.

Now, what did YOU think?

Typically, I don't post the original of a song I'm covering online for two reasons. First, you usually know the song I've worked up, but in this case, I'm not so sure.

If you're not familiar with Ferras (pronounced fuhr-AHS), then you're missing out on one HELL of a talented guy. He's a terrific singer and player, which leads me to the second reason I typically don't post the original of a song I'm doing.

Because it usually knocks mine right out of the water. But that's OK because this kid deserves every bit of positive attention we can muster for him.

He's sick. Off the chain. However you'd like to put it.

Here's me:

Here's the kid wonder, Ferras:

It is probably just dumb luck that some Massachusetts pregnancy pact has dominated the news about the time a new NBC show called Baby Borrowers debuts.

But smart parents will require their teen children to watch this show, whose debut I finally saw tonight. NBC markets the program by saying, "It's not a TV show; it's birth control."

I found that hilarious. Yet it's more than that, and I found the show to be brilliant, heart-warming and societally edifying.

Borrowed from a popular British show, Baby Borrowers was also immensely entertaining, in both a schadenfreudish sort of way with evil laughter at cocky kids thinking they're ready to be parents and in a softie sort of way at seeing genuine frustration in these same teens at how tough it is physically and emotionally to be a parent.

Plus, there are babies. Sweet little babies.

In a nutshell, here's how the show works: Five real-life teenage couples who have never lived together -- but who have talked about having kids soon -- move in together, emulate pregnancy, take care of babies, take care of toddlers, pre-teens, teens and even aging parents (old folks). Each for a few days or weeks. All the while, they will work jobs, deal with relationships, in-laws and, well, kids.

Watch the preview:

The hope is not that they will be scared from ever becoming parents but that they will learn what it is to become a selfless provider. That is the best way I can put it. Am I wrong?

A nanny is on stand-by within reach of the child if any immediate danger is sensed. And the parents have full video view of the proceedings and are in walking distance of the houses used, so that they can intervene when necessary.

Nobody gets voted off. There are no prizes. This is not a contest, and the primary motivation on behalf of these teens is to see whether they're ready for parenthood. Contrarily, the motivation of the parents who decided to participate is to help these teenage couples understand that parenting isn't a lifestyle choice.

It's work and sacrifice. One of the real-life parents noted that she became a super young mom and had to forego a lot because of it, and she hoped that participation might keep some unready couples from taking that step.

Our couples include Kelsey and Sean. Kelsey thinks she's ready to start dropping pups right now, and Sean takes great pleasure in this experiment, sure that they're not ready at all. What was odd about Wednesday night's episode (8 p.m. CDT, NBC) was that it turns out he's a natural and, perhaps, she's struggling.

Their big mistake on the first episode was in expecting a baby to just go to sleep without any prep. No bath. No change of clothes. No diaper change. Nothing. Then Sean "jokes" that they should just put "it" in the other room so it can cry itself to sleep, which brought the real-life parent marching over.

Good for her. She chewed them out royally but tactfully.

I laughed like hell through much of this show because teens, especially teenage girls really think they "get it." It ain't nothin' but a thang to be a mom. I can work. I can be mommy, and I can still have a social life.

The minute real work enters the equation, problems start.

And for Alicea, this was especially true. She and Cory decided at the end of Wednesday night's debut episode that "she" would be the parent to take a job, not because she thought she would be the financial provider for the family but because the real-life parent bitched her out for NOT FEEDING THE CHILD.

I'm telling you: This is a beautiful, wonderful show, and I feel slightly evil for taking pleasure in these teens' misery.

Kelly and Austin were described as a traditional values Southern couple, but she pussed out on wearing the pregnancy belly because "it hurt." She then cried and moaned because Austin laughed at her whininess.

Oddly enough, Austin showed a slab of maturity by noting that sometimes a partner just has to suck it up and wimp out, if you will, apologize and move on. Not so much compromise but surrender for the sake of peace and progress.

In fact, outside of the "it" mistake on Sean's part, the guys on Baby Borrowers have been surprisingly patient and competent. Competent for their ages, that is. Sean in particular had developed a stunning bond with his baby, something the real-life parent noted in her intervention. She noted how disappointing it was that Sean would have this bond with a beautiful little girl and then refer to her as "it," adding that while he protests that it was just a joke, he doesn't really "get it."

Amen. Amen. Amen.

The most able couple so far, to me, is Jordan and Sasha from Katy, Texas. Perhaps it's that they haven't had any major problems yet, although the way they worked together during their mock pregnancy, as partners, was impressive. Likewise, the way Jordan stepped to the plate to put the nursery together so Sasha could rest was commendable.

Skater couple Morgan and Daton from San Diego are using the show to put their relationship to the test, but while Daton has stayed pretty calm through this process, Morgan is struggling. In fact, outside of Sasha, all the "moms" are struggling.

It's only been a week, but my initial assessment is that these teenage girls vastly overestimate their ability and readiness to be mothers while the teenage boys probably underestimate their ability to step up. Not sure how this reflects on real life and the masses, but considering so many families have no father, I'm hoping some teenage boys watch this show, too.

I haven't introduced the parents, and I really don't have time to right this second. However, the show's creators, best I can tell, hit a home run by picking who they picked. One of the fathers intervened when he saw that his daughter was crying and crying, and he gave the teenage parents a valuable lesson about patience.

Plus, he missed his baby.

I don't watch shows like Extreme Home Makeover, but Baby Borrowers has that level of sappiness, potentially. On the other hand, there is real societal value here, potentially. There is no preachiness on the part of a narrator; it's all observation from our perspective.

And it's fascinating without any semblance of disingenuousness.

Home run, NBC.

Again, if you've got a kid between 13-17, make 'em watch this. This is good stuff, even for an old guy.

One of the aspects of watching a show like FOX's So You Think You Can Dance? each week is that not only do we grow to like certain dances, we grow to like certain choreographers and styles.

Specifically, I'm talking about Napoleon and Tabitha, the hip-hop duo. I'm particularly on board with their slow routines, which were appropriately tabbed as "lyrical hip-hop" routines by this week's guest judge, Adam Shankman.

In the first week of the Top 20, we get Joshua and Katee performing to "No Air" by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown, and this week we get Chelsie Hightower and Mark blowing the roof off to Leona Lewis' "Bleeding Love."

Hate the song. Loved the routine.

It was one of four great routines tonight, two of which were from the aforementioned Nap and Tab. The other great routines came from Joshua and Katee, who killed with a samba from Tony and Melanie to "Baila, Baila" from Angela Via. The Fort Worth kid (Joshua Allen) continues to prove he can do all.

However, for my money, both Mark (Kanemura) and Gev (Manoukian) are on the way up big time. While I have always like Hightower (gorgeous legs), Mark's ability to portray any emotion in dance is winning him fans. Last week, he was the strong, condescending leading man, and this week, he was a master manipulater, literally thieving Chelsie's heart.

And, little Gev. What can I say? He comprises what I'm calling the SYTYCD Underdog Duo, made up of him and Courtney Galliano, who reminds me a ton of somebody who would have been in Saturday Night Fever 31 years ago. Gorgeous. Definitely has an East Coast, New York vibe going, and she and Gev have a very charming chemistry.

Their rumba from Tony and Melanie to "Wishing On A Star" by 1970s group Rose Royce was stellar. I graded each routine after it was done but before the judges spoke, just to see how I'd compare. I thought my A was going to be nullified by the fearsome threesome, but Nigel Lythgoe, Mary Murphy and Shankman liked it just as much as I did.

Twitchington were on their game again tonight. Kherington Payne, looking cute as a button as always, had to don her cape and hip-hop shoes to keep up with Twitch, who specializes in the style. They worked a solid Nap and Tab routine to Busta Rhymes' "Don't Touch Me Now."

It was light and bouncy and fun to watch. See, my technical terms are awesome.

Jessica was again carried by Will Wingfield this week, although even the Debbie Allen protege made strides in the personality department, according to the judges. They performed a Doriana Sanchez routine to Bonnie Pointer's "Heaven Must Have Sent You," and while the gentlemanly Will did his best to insist to America how good Jessica is, she manages to look completely inferior next to him.

Perhaps he's that good. I don't know. She's cute though, and I'm a sucker for cute, so I'll shut up now.

While there will be three couples in the Bottom 3, there are two sure bets. Comfort and Chris, who did a Tyce Diorio jazz routine to "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson. Judges said they needed to be a bit more animalistic, and I agree 100 percent.

Comfort and Chris, by a mile, are the worst pairing of the season. They could have paired her with Will and Jessica with Chris, and perhaps Susie and Marquis would still be here. Or Rayven and Jaime.

Chelsea Traille and Thayne will be in that Bottom 3 as well. It's funny because just two weeks ago, they earned a spot on Mary's hot tamale train. Murphy told Chelsea she was plum off it tonight and that Thayne was holding on for dear life.

Mary did give Joshua and Katee two first-class tix to that train.

And, I would too. For the record, I thought Chelsie and Mark were the best. Joshua and Katee were close behind, and Courtney and Gev trail only slightly. Twitchington is comfortable in fourth position, but not by much. They were very solid, too.

Kourtni Lind and Matt were fun and quirky on a contempoary routine from Sonya Tayeh, who made her SYTYCD debut tonight. However, I'm not sure they'll be able to escape the Bottom 3.

No worries. If there is any justice, this week's elimination is a slam dunk, and Comfort and Chris will be headed home.

Here's my video recap: