Kelly Monaco, you've got pluck, I'll give you that. Considering your atrocious start in the first week of "Dancing With the Stars" I had you counted out early. I thought that, beyond your obvious assets, you brought little to the show; your performances were sort of spazzy and lacking any verve or commitment. Hell, even when you stepped up your game in the proceeding weeks and emerged as an unlikely finalist in the season finale, I still felt you were largely still on board because of your propensity for jiggling, not your proficiency at the jitterbug. Then you went ahead and won the damn competition. And you didn't just win it, you wowed the judges with a perfect 30 points in your final routine--a routine that even my untrained eyes could tell had you missing steps left and right (and the less said about that disastrous final landing, the better). After never having dealt a single "10" for the entire run of the show, all three judges were suddenly completely willing to fawn over your dance and award you and your partner a stunning perfect 30. I'm sorry Kelly, but you were just sold out by ABC. You were the victim of the kind of contrived fairy tale ending that makes reality television no more "real" than an episode of "Hope & Faith." Keep in mind, I have no love for John O'Hurley; he's a smarmy, smiling actor type who is so overtly sincere as to appear completely insincere in nearly every facet of his performances. But you did not deserve to win Kelly. And I think you knew it. I could tell in the facial reactions of you and your partner directly after your final dance--you knew you'd given it your all, yes, but you also knew your "all" wasn't enough. It didn't matter though, because ABC gave their all too in the form of a contrived sham ending. I feel bad too because I suspect, in your heart Kelly, you feel the exact same way.