American Idol...again

The youngster and I hit the gym again last night. I really am making an effort at this, but that's not what I came to write about.

In the gym there are several TVs, and we arrived with all of them on the same show...you guessed it...American Idol. Seeing as the 'crowd' appeared to want it that way, I didn't object. I just hung with it, but it did give me all the more reason to hate that show.

A parade of wannabes, some serious, some not, from some place in Alabama. One huge woman who looked a bit like Big Bird in a feathery yellow tent, one girl from Florida with hair so long she could step on it...it was like a carnival show and the gong show (with Paula Abdul looking more and more like Jaye P. Morgan as the show went on) squeezed into one hour. Sorry, but I just don't get it, and after that sampling, I probably never will.

Sports Center would have been far more enjoyable, but I wasn't there to enjoy the TV show. I was there to sweat.