By Pat Bataillon
All I wanted last night after watching America’s Got Talent was a bottle of whiskey. A bottle of Jack Daniels would have helped me to understand what had just happened on that show. It was like I had walked into a bad dream. Think about it: David Hasselhoff in purple sunglasses with his all too familiar chest hair sneaking out of his pastel green shirt, a British guy insulting everyone, a singer I don’t know, and Regis singing. There was so much going on in this show I really don’t even know where to start.
Posted on August 18, 2006