Bill,
There WASN'T any other news that day. I DISTINCTLY remember that day this cheerleader news thing broke.
It was one of the few days that...Dubya hadn't mangled the english language and/or made yet another "smooth" international diplomatic move.
It was one of the few days that...Michael Jackson wasn't sitting outside some elementary school with candy in his pockets.
It was one of the few days that...those lame-brained insurgents in Iraq didn't take the life of one of our brave but sitting-duck troops there OR behead some christian evangelist who thought he'd or she'd fly over there and try to reason with those idiot.
It was one of the few days that...Hilary Clinton didn't try to grandstand on some issue she probably hadn't a clue about, while never really taking a stand on it one way or another.
It was one of the few days that...Bill her husband didn't interview for a new assistant at his Harlem law practice in his own "inimitable way".
It was one of the few days that...Kobe Bryant didn't try to take it upon himself, ala Allen Iverson, and win a basketball game all by himself WITHOUT the assistance of his teammates.
It was one of the few days that there WASN'T skating, AND ONLY SKATING(no fights) on the ice at all the NHLs games.
SOOOOO.....you can plainly see that it being a rather SLOW DAY in the news business, a story such as that there cheerleader thing JUST HAD to become the BIG ITEM that day.
It's kind of like this foxy 25 year old blonde (now)ex-teacher who was accused of "raping" one of her 14 year old male students of her's, and Fox "News" gave a WHOLE lot of coverage yesterday after she managed to "impress" the judge with her charms and receive a pretty lenient sentance.
But COME ON! Why should we care about that?!
I mean....now I'm NOT saying here that that there "poor" 14 year-old boy could not be "scared for life".....BUT....I REMEMBER sitting in the young Miss Horvath's 9th grade english class(ironically, she would have probably been about 25 at the time too), with a certain appendage of mine at full attention, AND all the while thinking to myself...."Oh Baby! Just give me 10 minutes alone with her in that coat closet over there, and I could die a happy young man today."
Cheers,
Dwight
