The boys didn't disappoint -- not a one of them. They all posed. They all bared their abs. They all sported Mavs jerseys. They all danced. They all sang to ONLY ME! They sang songs I didn't know belonged to them, and they sang them with passion, energy and fun!
Sadly, one Back Street Boys boy was missing: Kevin Richardson. He's the one I liked best. In his absence, I'll suffer through the yummygoodness of Donnie Wahlberg. Torture!
I love how fun my life is these days!