Really, what's not to like? Here's a guy who clearly knows he's a fantastically lucky guy career-wise. His shtick is cracking dumb jokes and relatively-low-level hamming while poking generally-gentle fun at regular folks. And he gets paid for it!
He was fun to watch on Hollywood Squares, and this is coming from an old-school Peter Marshall/Geoge Gobel/Paul Lynde watcher. He was and is a great host on Dancing with the Stars, although landing Jerry Springer obviously got someone in Casting a huge bonus and/or promotion this past season. Finally, he has helped heal this nation by blotting the memory of Bob Saget from that part of the national consciousness that watches America's Funniest Videos, in which I proudly claim membership. (You people, on the other hand, still have a lot to deal with.) In addition to its impact on my unilateral, permanent and irreversible ban on trampolines in the Slattery household (Laura is bummed about that, but no matter), almost nothing beats the show's montage of personal injuries set to music at or about minute 35 of the broadcast. Except possibly the split-screen single shot vs. montage featuring, for example, "How many people will fall on their butt before Aunt Pearl gets her head out of the pail?" As Napoleon in Time Bandits would say, "[American] people running around hitting each other! That's funny!"
Curiously, his time onscreen includes stints on the late unlamented Enterprise, of which I only saw two or so episodes. I mean, how many times can you watch detox showers with curvy Vulcans? I won't answer that, but my point is that I didn't see him on any of the episodes.
I felt that given my limited time available for blogging and all of the Manichean shrieking going on elsewhere, this was the best use of my time. Thank you and good night.