Donating magazines and Dancing with the Stars

So today, Allyson took along some of my SI and ESPN magazines to my doctor's office to donate to the lobby.  I haven't been reading them, but I haven't been able to get myself to stop receiving them.  It's like the last thread of the cord that I'm hanging on to at this point, even if it's only to hold it in my hand and look at the back cover (not the front).

And before I get to my one-month milestone this Sunday, I am faced with a conundrum.  I've learned that my favorite athlete, Hines Ward, is a contestant on Dancing with the Stars.  Now, you have to understand that I love this guy.  If I let myself go full-on fan, I could write a few paragraphs about how much I like him as a player, as a statesman, and as a person.  I live in fear of learning that he has a darkside, much as I did with Mark McGwire.  And of course, here's my addiction to being a fan.  I think Dancing with the Stars is stupid.  I kinda like dancing with Allyson, but I don't want to watch people dance on tv, and I certainly am not going to spend money to vote for my favorite...  but it's Hines Ward.  I now find myself wanting to watch and follow his progress.  Seriously, my man-crush on this guy is embarrassing.

It's yet another example of how afflicted I've become as a sports fan.  I will be reflecting on this past month sometime this weekend, but I am facing a real question - is this something I want to fix, or something I'm just curious about trying to live without, knowing that I'll be back into full sports mode in time for pitchers and catchers to report next spring.  I still come home and start to punch in the number for ESPN on the remote without even thinking.  I'll be commenting on that and more soon.