Who among us will be sitting on the edge of their seat, with baited breath, nervously chewing on fingernails, while anxiously awaiting the declaration of "Hostest with the Mostest"?
* loud cheering ensues as some head-shaven, washed-up comic known primarily for his ability to stretch a rubber glove over his head and look famously stupid proudly accepts the award and thanks everyone he knows in the entire universe *
Although, I must admit that I absolutely love his show when poor black folk are encouraged by family remembers twice removed, to turn down more money than they'd make in a lifetime, only to end up with a virtually empty briefcase. Shonelda ain't never had it so good - for about a minute.
Excuse my rambling, but the best of the best occurred when a fat black woman turned down every single thing she was offered - including a weight loss program from her favorite trainer - for an audition and a shot at a single walk-on appearance in some unheard-of play off broadway. In my book, watching that entire show was worth every single minute of my wasted life.
Now for the disclaimer: I never watch the thing unless I'm flipping channels and happen upon a good one. Although, for an elderly gentleman such as myself, it does put me in the mood for an early, pre-bedtime snooze.
Bottom line: let's hear it for Howie Mandel, that washed-up Canadian comic, folks.