You probably tuned in tonight for some witty update about the Florida-Oklahoma game. Or about legions of K-State fans cheering for Oklahoma in some pathetic attempt to convey relevance. Or maybe even a subtle dig at Fox, trotting out the insufferable Thom Brenneman and some intern to call the game. C’mon, Fox! It’s the National Championship.
Or perhaps for further commentary on the exodus of Jason Marquis. Or a wrap on last night’s Syracuse win over DePaul. Or preview of Cuse-Rutgers. Or simple wondering how they drew the absolute easiest Big East teams to start the year.
Perhaps a review of Tuesday’s double-edged return of Scrubs? (A solid ‘meh.’ But the intern who likes chubs was funny.)
Maybe even a gloat, for I have stared into the belly of some weird sinus infection-cold plaguing the Midwest and recalling The Stand, and I am about to win. (/coughs.)
Perhaps you’ve chosen MFG for some commiseration – no doubt you’ve glanced at Slate‘s ultra-pretentious movie club to learn (shocking) that the snotty fanzine approves of absolute dreck you wouldn’t see in a million years, and is just now (upon further review!) panning The Dark Knight. Oh, Slate. How much smarter than us are ye?
(Ahem. The Dark Knight is by far the year’s best film. Not the plodding Ben Button. Not the unintentionally comedic Gran Torino. Not the insufferable Man on Wire. Not even Definitely Maybe. In the last month you’ve no doubt noticed critics racing to outdo each other in their ten-best lists. It’s The Dark Knight. It’s not close.)
But nope, MFG will be going dark for nearly two weeks. We wish this was because of noble work pursuits, but in fact, it’s time for a vacation. Along with the suntanned Ms. Faded Glory, we’re heading to beautiful Puerto Vallarta for a week of R-and-R. Since corporate America makes you pay for playing, I’ll be snowed under with phony work upon our return. So hold my calls. Talk to you then.
