The hype is beginning. Last night, every network newscast led with the story that the Denver Broncos have arrived. The girls stand at attention with stomachs in...tits high...and noses in the air. They expect a division of lonely guys to stuff their wallets with benji's in the coming week. I'm not so sure.
There are only 60,000 seats at Met Life Stadium. The influx of spending consumers will be nothing like say...Halloween...or the Gay Pride Parade, both of which attract literally a million people. Sorry girls! I don't expect a windfall this week. A slight uptick? Maybe. But if you've been struggling, that won't change.
Speaking of Super Sundays...I had one myself today. A few beers, a blow job, a nice boom boom followed by a plate of pasta and a win by the Knicks...and I slept through the Grammys. Of note...I didn't miss much. Checking You Tube, I discovered that the Record of the Year was a total fucking snore. What about that song is noteworthy? I guess I'm a geezer and just don't get it. But the Album of the Year's song "Get Lucky?" It's Chic 30 years later. Same producer and same rhythm guitar player. But ya know what? I "heard" it right away. It ain't Mozart's 40th but I see why the record was a hit.
So one year ago, I predicted that Kacey Musgraves would walk away with the show in the country category. She didn't win last year...but she did this! I was a year ahead of my time. She won Best Country Album for last year's work! Go figure.
And here's my favorite Grammy winning record with Niles Rogers still strumming his ass off 30 years later. As the old saying goes..."what's old is what's new." And here's proof positive!