Mine was with Taylor. And Katharine. And Chris. And even Chicken Little.
For four years, my wife and I successfully avoided the American Idol phenom. Now, we’re addicted.
That said, this year is not doing it for us. It’s like trying to
recapture lost magic. Kind of reminds us of the old saying, “It’s never
as good the second time around.” Or, “Your first time is always the
best.” (Which we all know is not always the case.)
So why does this year suck so bad? Because of a bunch of snot-nosed 12-year-olds out there who think Mohawks are cool. One word: Sanjaya.
He can’t sing. He can’t dance. He’s an embarrassment. Nonetheless, he’s still there. Even
Chicken Little eventually got the boot.
Perhaps I’m bitter because Chris Sligh didn’t get to bring Chubby back or because my rocker-girl Gina Glocksen is no longer there for what you know would have been a kick-butt 80s week.
Nonetheless, we’ll watch next week. Because while it may not be as good as the first time, we still need our fix.
