Thursday, May 26, 2011
Posted by el duque at 8:07 AM
Here's what we know: Last night, somebody with a big voice beat the runner-up, who -- according to tradition -- will soon become more famous than the winner. But by winning, the winner gets to appear on next year's season, which I will plan to watch and then miss, because something will happen on Real Housewives that I'll make a mental note to follow, and it'll get away from me.
Damn. At least the Redsocks had their man, Steven Tyler, become America's Sweetheart. But we had J-Lo, a Yankee fan. Damn. I can't believe it's over.