By Tressa Eckerman, Senior Staff Writer
I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I love Charlie Sheen. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the same reason I stuck by Mickey Rourke through the dark years, and loved Robert Downey Jr. even before he was Iron Man.
I will always stand up for Charlie Sheen. One of my friends or family makes fun of him? I jump to his defense. He appears on TV (especially recently on his big ‘apology’ tour), and I immediately turn up the volume.
Yeah, I’ll be the first to admit he was the world’s biggest jerk during the whole warlock/tiger blood/winning phase, but I didn’t make fun of him. Instead, I felt sorry for him. Addiction is a sickness, and he’s clearly an addict. You have to have some sympathy for someone who struggles with addiction.
So people piled on him over and over again, and while I waited, I was a little ashamed of my love for him. I’m probably one of the few people who thinks that Two and a Half Men is going to have a lot of trouble without good ol’ Charlie–and, let’s face facts, he’s probably the only reason it was good in the first place.
And I’m probably the only one who thinks that the explanations he gave on Leno or The Today Show were sincere, as well as the well wishes he sent on the Emmy’s Sunday.
If anyone can land on their feet, it’s him as he’s certainly done it enough times before. So, as Sheen tries (probably in jest), to revamp his image, I stand by with squinted eyes and crossed fingers, hoping Sheen doesn’t go off on the rails on the crazy train again.