On the heels of snorefest reunion tours from the Police and the Pixies, Americans finally can get excited about a reunion they actually care about: New Kids on the Block. Because what the world needs now is more super-absorbent diaper pop watered down with pitch correction and Ne-Yo guest appearances. It's enough to make a grown man puke – and then drop $50 on a ticket when he remembers how much he treasured his Hangin' Tough tape. If Jonathan Knight can put his real-estate career on hold, surely you, too, can abandon your workaday world for an evening of synchronized dancing, crowd high-fiving, post-pubescent screaming and, oh yeah, some songs you might have heard at your junior-high dance. Or not.