I still appreciate Letterman more often than not. He's gone through his musty periods, but he's a man to be admired. Actually, all the late night jockies get TiVo'd in our realm and I often do the 6-minute version of their various yet ridiculously similar hour-long shows. Still, one thing from last night's Letterman caught my eye. Rich Little, as the first guest during "Impressionists Week". I sincerely thought he was dead. But he looks absolutely THE same as I recall him seeming just behind the impressions viewed on those stolen occasions via a hotel TV or something equally exotic as a kid in the 70s. Little didn't do his signature Nixon, which was an absolute travesty. Whatever. He killed. If you remember him, you owe it to yourself to watch it.
A quick shout out to the NFL - yesterday's games were a total delight. The Bengals-Chargers game was sporty Viagra. And how 'bout Favre winning impressively in the Metrodome? Whoa. Savor it, America. Not many more of these outings remain for Country. They're all still sweet, nonetheless.
Hope you're not a crook either, all day. Rock on.
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