Kickoff
All right, before I step up on a soap box, let me say: Happy NFL Kickoff Day!! Today marks the beginning of 21 weeks of pure, unadulterated adrenalin, awesome commercials and intensity unknown by any other sport. Ladies, prepare yourselves to either step ya game up or kiss your boyfriend goodbye.
I, fortunately, have nothing to worry about, for two reasons: a) there's no man for me to worry about losing and b) I'm one of those lucky girls that KNOWS what the hell is going on and can hold her own at any fantasy football dinner. Between Madden and football, I've got the male population on lock for the next few months.
Now excuse me as I step upon the aforementioned soap box...
WHY on this overpopulated and overheated Earth would P. Diddy perform his new single "Come to Me" without guest star Nicole Schwarzenegger? Seeing as how a performance in front of quite possibly her biggest audience EVER could conflict with Nicole's gyrating strip-tease stage show with the Pussycat Dolls, her absence is understood. And missed. One monkey don't stop no show, though, we're talking about P. (is the "P" allowed anymore?) Diddy here!!
Not to disappoint, Diddy enlists (forces) the assistance of new Bad Boy artists Cassie and Danity Kane. AWESOME!! Great voices and eye candy, just what was needed to get the blood pumping! The performance was entertaining enough, until I tuned in to actually listen. I thought I heard Nicole singing and thought she was indeed going to show up. Lights and pyro could no longer distract me as I watched (and listened) closer and noted that Cassie, Danity Kane and 3 BACKGROUND VOCALISTS were all holding mics and "singing." But it was Nicole's voice I was hearing. I tuned in deeper (turning of JT's CD -- you read right, the CD -- but that's between myself and the NRAA) and heard that Diddy's part was live, so I was lost. And then I was pissed. Here I was, ready to see what Charlie Batch had to offer, see what he was gonna do since Big Ben's shoes were pretty big to fill and this DOUCHEBAG (yes, it's back) was KILLING me with his shenanigous performance.
Mind you, I probably woulda been all right if he'd just left Nicole's voice on the track and didn't provide fake fillers. But he didn't, he had 9 EXTRA PEOPLE lip-synching a song that didn't belong to ANY of them. With all those people, the dancers, the fake band and crew, I find it hard to believe it wasn't a fire hazard. Let's not forget all the pyro.
All right, kickoff. I'm stepping down, going to put some cookies in the oven and settle in for the night. Nothing like a little football for a girl to unwind to.
I, fortunately, have nothing to worry about, for two reasons: a) there's no man for me to worry about losing and b) I'm one of those lucky girls that KNOWS what the hell is going on and can hold her own at any fantasy football dinner. Between Madden and football, I've got the male population on lock for the next few months.
Now excuse me as I step upon the aforementioned soap box...
WHY on this overpopulated and overheated Earth would P. Diddy perform his new single "Come to Me" without guest star Nicole Schwarzenegger? Seeing as how a performance in front of quite possibly her biggest audience EVER could conflict with Nicole's gyrating strip-tease stage show with the Pussycat Dolls, her absence is understood. And missed. One monkey don't stop no show, though, we're talking about P. (is the "P" allowed anymore?) Diddy here!!
Not to disappoint, Diddy enlists (forces) the assistance of new Bad Boy artists Cassie and Danity Kane. AWESOME!! Great voices and eye candy, just what was needed to get the blood pumping! The performance was entertaining enough, until I tuned in to actually listen. I thought I heard Nicole singing and thought she was indeed going to show up. Lights and pyro could no longer distract me as I watched (and listened) closer and noted that Cassie, Danity Kane and 3 BACKGROUND VOCALISTS were all holding mics and "singing." But it was Nicole's voice I was hearing. I tuned in deeper (turning of JT's CD -- you read right, the CD -- but that's between myself and the NRAA) and heard that Diddy's part was live, so I was lost. And then I was pissed. Here I was, ready to see what Charlie Batch had to offer, see what he was gonna do since Big Ben's shoes were pretty big to fill and this DOUCHEBAG (yes, it's back) was KILLING me with his shenanigous performance.
Mind you, I probably woulda been all right if he'd just left Nicole's voice on the track and didn't provide fake fillers. But he didn't, he had 9 EXTRA PEOPLE lip-synching a song that didn't belong to ANY of them. With all those people, the dancers, the fake band and crew, I find it hard to believe it wasn't a fire hazard. Let's not forget all the pyro.
All right, kickoff. I'm stepping down, going to put some cookies in the oven and settle in for the night. Nothing like a little football for a girl to unwind to.
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