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Since the NFL’s prodigal son has come to Buffalo (okay maybe prodigal is a bit hyperbolic … see Vick, Pacman, et. all.), Terrell Owens has once again dominated lenses across sports media. But, like a mosquito drawn to a bug-zapper, T.O. oozes celebrity. Why one camera when you can have two? Or two thousand? Maybe Neon Deion should look in the rear-view as T.O. is now “prime-time” on ABC’s The Superstars.

While I can’t say that the show has the appeal of the original Survivor, I have to admit I’ve watched it to see our new investment in action. In fact, that’s the only reason I watch it (sorry Joanna Krupa you’re not quite Megan Fox). Wait … so I watch The Superstars because of a superstar? Talk about effective marketing – frankly I’m embarrassed. Can the producers at least throw me a bone? What will it take to make T.O. eat a rat? Or a cockroach? Hell, Mighty Taco? If nothing else the Bills should toss that in during a home halftime this year so I will feel like I’m getting value out of another 7-9 season.

Oh, and for the other four of you who watch the show and missed it here are the CliffsNotes: T.O. and Krupa get eliminated, but injury to another team forces them to withdraw and the ‘Bama-bad-boy and Warsaw model are back in action. Here’s to hoping the Bills are so lucky. If we are able  to sneak into the playoffs because all other wild-card contenders are down to ten guys on their roster due to injury you won’t see this guy complaining.