Pick me

Pick me.

Pick me, pick me, pick me.

Have you considered…me?

Pick me!!

I refer to the recent announcement that Samantha Harris is leaving her job as co-host on “Dancing with the Stars.”  After eight years with the show, she plans to focus on her ‘reporting duties’ on The Insider and Entertainment Tonight Weekend.

I imagine her new baby has something to do with her decision.  Or perhaps “Dancing with the Stars” is ready for new blood?

Sure, they could hire a more seasoned personality of the reality show ilk for the job, but let’s face it — the celebrity dancers don’t want to share star power with the person holding the microphone when they already have to contend with a dozen other divas.

I would simply be that nobody that ABC plucked out of nowhere who has average looks and an above average sense of humor.  I would give the job a nice balance between throwing props to the pros and their progeny and finding the funny in the feathers and frills.

Plus, I am a Tom Bergeron fanatic.  If he has grown weary of a co-host like Samantha who spends most of her time sculpting her arms, I would be a breath of fresh air.  I don’t have a sculpted anything — unless Tom wants me to — anything to learn at the right hand of the guru of TV show hosts.

Pick me, Tom.  Pick me.

Did I mention I’m interested in the job?

(Pick me.)