and Pedro is still the leading contender

Another Tuesday evening in the gym...another forced viewing of American Idol. It's down to two now, so I guess it means more. Yes, I actually had to watch and listen. Well, maybe I didn't have to, but it was that or, watch the other TV with the sound off, which was airing the manufactured suspense leading up to the NBA lottery, or stare at the wall. Anyway, this is what I came away with.

Sweater vest guy - He gives "bland" a bad bad name. Two years from now, in the best scenario, he's doing jingles for McDonalds commercials. I can hear it now. "Two two all beef patty patties." He could probably get away with a Christmas album, but really, after Clay Aiken, do we need another one of those? (Impressed, aren't you? I remembered Clay Aiken's name. There's a clue of what it means to win this stupid thing. For every Carrie Underall there's a Clay Aiken. He's been reduced to the answer to a trivia question.)

17 year old girl - two years from now, she'll have a platinum album and many of the songs will make the rotation on Radio Disney. Maybe she'll get a gig in Atlantic City, or a sitcom.

Bottom line, neither becomes the international superstar of stage and screen, not to mention class president, that is...

Pedro

...and he's only 17, has a sweet bike, and is really good at hooking up with chicks. Plus he's like the only guy at school who has a mustache.