Worst Saturday Night Live in Years; Jan 17 09. Thank Goodness for the Australian Open

This is not an easy thing for me to say. Why? Because for years I’ve had to deal with people saying “Saturday Night Live hasn’t been funny in years.” And that’s just not true. Not true at all. It IS easy to look back on some horrible periods-and they have been numerous-but by and large the show has been coasting along at a much better performance level than most people realize.


I’m not an SNL specialist (there are fans who have whole websites and blogs dedicated to the show and TONS of people who go to these sites and know MINUTE BY MINUTE analysis of the show. For real!). But I have seen every single episode, and mostly I’ve seen the shows in real time; meaning I sat up in front of my TV and watched. Even in an era of digital video recordings, I like to watch the show “live,” as I have since the show started. That’s right! I’ve been watching since the first show. And yes, there were a few late high school and college years where I wasn’t as faithful; but prior to my club years and CERTAINLY after I got sick of the clubs it was back to live viewing.

So last night’s show was awful. Not because of Rosario Dawson, she was literally the best thing abou the show, but the writing. It was the worst written show I think I’ve ever seen. The performers are pretty much rock solid, even the newer cast members or “ok,” meaning nobody sticks out as terrible or great. But the writing was so bad. Take a look out there on the web and download a copy because I’m not about to recount every sketch. But mainly the problem was as if somebody came in and said “yeah this is funny” and then everybody else said, “but nobody’s laughing.” And this new imaginary boss said “trust me.”

In other news the Australian Open snuck up on me and its here. (Don’t tell anybody the date of this post and when I actually wrote it aren’t really the same). So I think “today” Sunday was the first day, but of course I only really care about Venus and Serena Williams aka the William Sisters. So, they didn’t play until Monday. They played doubles on Tuesday, but I got caught up watchin’ all the Obama stuff and then forgot to watch the game.

Anyway Monday’s games for the Williams were both notable-not for the tennis-but for weird occurrences. Venus played a woman from China named Yuan, and it was hot. Not sexy hot, but actually hot, hot. The courtside temperature was clocked at 141 degrees. Like futuristic Earth, living in underground, hot. So the ladies played slow, slow, slow. Hey, I’m surprised they let the game go at all.


Venus on the other hand had a match against a German woman named Kerber, and the game was being televised but then they switched to the game between HcHale and Moore. Those 2 were both very young players who had gotten in the tournament as “wildcards.” But McHale, as one of the only 5 Americans of the 128 women playing, seemed to have a suffered from either a pressure or physical attack. She had a cramp in her calf and the commentators got deep into this issue, so that became the drama of the day. They didn’t got BACK to the Venus game until Kerber had an injury too, so then THAT became the drama. Then the game was over.