Bye, George Hamilton -- Lisa rocks!

After last night's Dancing With The Stars, there was little doubt that George Hamilton had reached his limit. In fact, it is good to note that last week, when it was announced that Tia Carrere (my 6-year-old's favorite) was eliminated, you could see George turning to Edyta, his partner, and Edyta whispering furiously in return.

No doubt he had secretly been hoping to be eliminated then, before the challenging Viennese Waltz. (In which, I would like to say, Tia Carrere would have rocked. One can't help but think that, given another couple of weeks of dancing, she would have been in the final four.)

We loved George -- he was elegant, and brave, and amusing, and gave great performances, reminding us that over 60 really isn't that old. But, even so, broken ribs and an arthritic knee make it difficult to achieve the speed required in ballroom dancing.

But, tonight, we were still on the edge of our seat, waiting to see if George's fan base would do in Lisa Rinna. All along I have been pulling for Lisa. Ever since her wonderful turn as Logan's mother on last season's "Veronica Mars," I have been a fan. Given how hard she seems to work at everything she does, I expected her to be a strong competitor.

And now, she has won the hearts of my girls. I think seeing her with her daughters clinched it for them -- any time little girls are involved, that's enough for mine. Up until last night, the girls insisted that they wanted George to make it to the final two, although they continued to say they wanted to see Stacy win.

But tonight, when George was eliminated, they were jumping up and down screaming, "Lisa's still in it!"

And I hope she wins it all. She has tough competition -- Stacy is such a natural that she never even looks like she's breaking a sweat when she is dancing like a pro. And Drew is right next to her in competence. But let's face it. Stacy and Drew have the advantage of the resiliency and stamina of youth.

Don't get me wrong -- it is obvious the two of them welcome challenge, and work hard to deserve perfect scores. But it's just so much more fun to watch someone over 40 kick butt on the dance floor.

It's one thing, like Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly, to start dancing young and be dancing your socks off well past 40. But, like in almost any sport, it is vastly different to start competitive dancing past 40, and excel.

Lisa has our votes.