First of all, I want to apologize for temporarily shirking my duties - my blog duties - due to the long weekend and an all-day Tuesday meeting.
Secondly, a belated tip of the cap to the Seattle Seahawks, who as you know finished off the Redskins last Saturday, 20-10. The Skins were unable to overcome their anemic, one-trick pony offense, while the Seahawks circled the wagons to win after losing NFL MVP Shaun Alexander.
Credit where it's due: D-Jax capitalizes on Skins' banged-up secondary.
It's tough to be too upset about this. One, because honestly, the Hawks were due. But second and most importantly, because the Skins grossly outperformed expectations this year, and there is reason for optimism - cautious optimism - going into the offseason. We've got some guys injured and we need to make some moves, but I think for the first time in several years, we've got a contender's foundation. Congratulations, fellas.
Now, looking forward, I see Pittsburgh going all the way to win the Lombardi Trophy. They're peaking at the right time, they look tough, they look hungry, and they're a smart football team. I never thought I'd say that about a team coached by Bill Cowher and QBd by Ben "If you got a problem, YO, I'll solve it" Roethlisberger, but it's the truth. If Big Ben and his merry men want to keep proving me wrong, so be it.
Ladies and gentleman, the NFL champion Pittsburgh Steelers.
P.S. For all the local Skins fans looking for a really terrific sports bar in the city, let me formally recommend Grand Slam. Washington needs more places like this.
Enough about football now. Moving on to American Idol. You know what? I've a good feeling about this little show. I really think it can make it. And the first episode of its new season debuted last night (what network was that on again?) with the usual cast of whacky characters - bad singers and embittered would-be idols and so forth. It was actually a pretty weak episode, but entertaining nonetheless.
You bitches gonna be sorry you cut me when me sell platiminum records.
After watching pretty much all of every season up to now (and I am not ashamed), here's a couple pointers for future wanna-bes:
1) Don't wear any stupid costumes.
2) Don't peform your own song.
3) Don't snap your fingers into the camera and drink all that Haterade just because you lost. You lost because you are not a good singer. So put the Celine Dion tape down and look in that mirror, girl/boyfriend.
4) Don't wear a T-shirt and sweatpants. If you're not going to break out your nice clothes (and by nice clothes, I don't mean last year's prom dress) during a singing contest being aired on national TV, what the hell are you waiting for? Or, are you just a little imbalanced?
A perfomer tryout? On national TV? Time to bust out that pit-stained T-shirt, dawg!
That is all. I feel good, very good, about this little show that could. NOAM, out.
(Photo credits: AP, Reality TV Magazine, Curlio)