Which means it’s okay—just for today—if you spill a little wine/Mountain Dew/Kool-Aid on your best tan Star Trek jersey.
True, Shatner’s no longer the vital, slightly paunchy rake he once was, sweating through pantomimed fistfights one minute and smooching doe-eyed ensigns the next. But neither is the dude slowing down. To wit: Spend a recent day with the actor/author/singer/TV host/sitcom star/legend right here.
And, after the jump, a quick musical tribute.
They could only think of one verse to sing about Shatner? But he’s done so much crazy stuff. Ska bands SUCK.