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Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I woke up today, shuffled out of bed and turned on the Today show. Al "The Weatherman" Roker was in Philly, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool. He was re-enacting the scene from Rocky where Sly runs up the steps in his gray sweatsuit and jumps around in Italian jubilation. Only the cameramen must have passed out laughing, cause they wouldn't cut away, even when Al started wheezing from the effort, cause they gave him no break. Local weathergirl look bored and unamused when she proclaimed "Wow, Al sure is funny." Even unflappable Katie remarked "Does he know the camera's still on him?" But then again, she's leaving, what does she care?
Poor Al. Who put you up to this? I and a million other people had fun at your expense but at what cost? A man's dignity? His waning health? Katie's eternal shame for being associated with this cheap trick of nostalgia?
AND WHY CAN'T YOU LET YOUR HAIR GROW, MATT??
Ahem.
2:32 PM
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