As announced everywhere yesterday, Michael Phelps will be cashing in on his Olympic glory with a gig as the host of this season’s premiere of Saturday Night Live, with additional appearances at the MTV Video Music Awards and on Entourage (guh). In other words, I’m not going to see Phelps on TV any time soon.
There’s not much else to say here, except that I’m amazed SNL hasn’t been destroyed by DVR and the Internet yet. That show is 90 minutes of TV on Saturday night that takes 12 minutes to watch on Sunday afternoon. You can fast-forward through the 45 minutes or so of commercials, and all you really need to see is the monologue, the first 30 seconds of every sketch to see how unfunny it’s going to be, and Weekend Update.
Or you can save even more time and just watch the two culturally relevant skits they do each season on the Internet when you get to work on Monday morning. God knows I’m not giving up my Saturday night for Michael Phelps. Not unless he brings me flowers and pays for dinner.
I want more like this!
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