Heard awful & all-too-familiar auditory emanations from the speakers & looked up to see it was Der Shtingle, w/ his limp-dicked good-timey music (only made worse by the addition of a fucking pointed hipster beard) medleying his greatest shits. At the N.B.A. All-Star Game. Even were he a Canuck there'd be no excuse; this booking is truly incomprehensible.
Praise Almighty Nothing for the DVR (& videotape) as I have the option of returning to a Tonight Show episode from 1975 w/ Mel Brooks introducing clips of Gene Wilder breaking up on the set of Young Frankenstein. Now that's entertainment, you unknowing millennials!