Oh no, torrential rains again. What if the sad excuse for a football field is too flooded for the big tournament this Sunday? What ever will the team do? Well, there's still the adult after party with the kids at the Hurley's... I'm crossing my fingers that, A) the rain destroys the fields and B) that my voice comes back. I've been practicing my "WOOOO!" for both the concert and the game and, as they like to say on American Idol, "It's pitchy dawg".
Excuse the non sequitur but I have to say it. I'm so disappointed that my favorite, Alex, aka mullet boy, was voted off. He may not quite be at the Ray LaMontagne level but his voice does have that raspy, soulful quality to it. I had never heard the John Legend song he performed yet it kept replaying in my mind so much afterwards that I actually downloaded into my ipod. They kept criticizing him for being too nervous but I think it was understandable given his age and the fact that it was his first time ever performing, let alone being judged on national television. Performers are supposed to show some vulnerability and that's what drew people to him. I think he would have started getting past it and blown everyone away if they had stopped constantly harping on that. Lily shouldn't have been sent home either... I might just have to stop tivo-ing it and actually get a life instead.
In the meantime, I'll keep popping sugar free honey berry cough drops in my mouth,(the carb cops would approve), in an effort to upgrade my voice up from squeaky whisper to audible whisper. Sorry Aretha. You deserve to hear full out appreciation but the pipes may not be able to deliver. My boys, on the other hand really don't seem to mind.
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