I cry during every episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Not during the manufactured sappy moments where they try to exaggerate a back story into a tear-jerker...but during the moments of success. Every time I see one of the dancers achieve an aspect of their dream, I just get so glassy in the eyes.
I know it's motivated by crazy jealousy...I realize that when it comes to dance, it's too late for me. But I imagine, for just that brief second that it could be me, and I can get emotional. I think it might be similar to the sports moments that choke up my father. I guess this acorn didn't fall far from her daddy's tree.