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I've produced one show. A recorded one the day after Kobe Bryant died.
I've missed one game and tried to make everything else.
I was able to teach once.
Otherwise, I've been a whirling combination of things, alternating between pure exhaustion with sleepless nights and hopelessness while driving between Mahopac and Stratford, Darien, Greenwich, Poughkeepsie, Brewster, Carmel and all points in-between.
So how do I say it?
It's been a hell of a ride.
But I feel awful about missing "Doubleheader." Yes, I know, it makes me no money, but it's still my reputation and I've gathered it actually matters to some people.
I was raised to be responsible. I feel like I haven't been through these weeks. There have been good reasons -- legitimate reasons -- but I still feel badly.
So, I'm sorry. I intend to try again tomorrow (I was going to do a show today from home, but once again, those plans got scuttled and I did what I felt I should do).
I hope you'll join me at 4 p.m. on WGCH (1490 AM, 105.5 FM and wgch.com). I owe you a full Super Bowl roundup.
Short version? The game wasn't great but the finish was great. The halftime show wasn't great. The postgame show was a cluster**** (just stop it, NFL. Stop. It.). The pregame show featured too much Rob Riggle.
The broadcast was otherwise terrific and the Joe Buck haters can suck it. For one thing, nobody is willing to give a serious answer as to WHY he's bad. Last night, he and Troy Aikman were great.
The halftime show? Look, I watched the game with my mother. My mother will be 83 in April. I would have been uncomfortable watching the halftime show with my mother. My mother also would have annihilated J. Lo and Shakira.
My mother, thankfully, was asleep during the halftime show.
But, more seriously, I would have struggled with having young kids in the room, especially with the pole dancing stuff. I mean, this wasn't the Porn Hub Halftime Show presented by the Bada Bing!
(Please don't compare this to Adam Levine for myriad reasons, including I said he looked stupid shirtless last year)
I want young girls to believe they can anything they want to be. I want EVERYONE to believe they can do or be ANYTHING.
I love that a female was coaching in the Super Bowl.
What I love more is that I didn't think of her as being a female coaching in the Super Bowl until a commercial reminded me. She's a coach.
It's great that boundaries were broken. Two women leading the halftime show. Two women proud of their heritage. Two women (over 40) in phenomenal shape who are talented. Both are great dancers. Both are entertainers.
If you like lip-syncing, hey then, it was great! If you like singing? Nah. This wasn't your show.
(For the record, this guy named Paul McCartney was there last night. Plop him at the 50 yard line with an acoustic guitar and I would have been happy.)
What I don't love is that, if you dare to criticize, then you're brandished as a racist or a sexist. While that's a whole different post, it's a very troubling thing.
Anyway, the halftime show was entertaining. That's the short version.
It wasn't some "All-Time GREATEST" as people are so quick to want to say, but I didn't change the channel either.
We'll deal with all of it -- game, aftermath, and so on -- tomorrow at 4.
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