Wednesday, October 26, 2005

God Bless America?

What's with the World Series seventh-inning stretch freakshow? Are they trying to find the most washed-up, horribly voiced, has-been that will take the gig?
Last night, Aaron Neville (moley, moley, moley...Mole!) butchered God Bless America. Tonight, Lyle Lovett took a shot at it and was almost equally as horrific (that whirring sound you hear is Kate Smith rolling over in her grave). Was Julia Roberts actually married to this goober?

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