When did Oprah go whiny?

I took the day off from work because of a nasty cold. I was looking forward, to sleep, rest, napping....and Oprah at 4pm.

As the sacred hour approached, I trotted downstairs in my snuggie with a box of kleenex, cough drops, bon-bons and a diet 7-Up. I had not seen Oprah in almost a year, and I was expecting hunky Dr. Oz, a big car giveaway to the entire audience, or just plain old girl talk.

What did I find instead? A crying, blithering Mike Tyson talking about how sorry he is for everything....you know...hitting women, philandering, and prison time. And all of this was before the former heavyweight boxing champ got to the part about the death of his 4 year old daughter - which is the only thing he should be crying about.

Even more infuriating was that Oprah was asking lame questions and getting all teary eyed at his pathetic answers.

Hey! Oprah! Where the hell is a Kirstie Alley  fat interview? How about talking about your latest diet - or lack there of? And don't tell me you could not find at least one extreme hoarder.

I am disappointed, Oprah.I had to choose between you and Ellen. And out of loyalty, I chose you.  And I didn't een get a geeky dance.