Some quick thoughts:

- If you're not watching The Winner yet, I hope you have a damn good reason (like being arrested for mail fraud).

- My cousin told me over the weekend that Howard Stern is imploring his listeners to ruin American Idol by voting for the worst singer on the program over and over. Now I suppose legions of retarded 22-year olds are calling to vote for Sanjaya, who gets eviscerated by the judges weekly. Has Stern completely lost his edge or what? He hasn't been listenable in like 7 years (and that's being generous), and he's nowhere near the genius that he was when I was listening to him on the local drive time on 660/WNBC all those years ago. Radio's been somewhat homogenized by a lot of things, but proliferation of syndicated radio programming has taken away all the local flavor, to the point now where Jack FM doesn't even have DJs. I'm going to start a bring back WDRE/WLIR website.

- New York Rangers. Playoffs. That is all.

- I had to miss the Shins concert this week, due to a death in my wife's family, which was a bummer on both counts. My brother and sister were there and said that the show was OK, but also a largely uninspired performance by the band. This information was disappointing. I'm going to have to find a boot of this concert online, so I can listen and review.

- The golf season begins this week. I'm flying down to Tampa to play a few rounds with some buddies. Mons Venus, here I come!

Labels: American Idol, golf, Mons Venus, New York Rangers, The Shins, The Winner

Who doesn't love The Daily Show? I think one of the true marks of the show's brilliance is how successful its supporting cast has become based off of their work as "Senior Correspondents" on the show.

Steve Carell's got The Office, which remains one of the top two or three shows on television right now, and a ton of big screen roles to his credit as well.

Stephen Colbert hosts The Colbert Report every night right after TDS.

Let's add Rob Corddry to this list. His new Fox show, The Winner, is absolutely hysterical. The plot is ridiculous. It's about Glen Abbott, the richest guy in Buffalo, who was a late bloomer, not really coming out of his shell until 1994, when he was 32. His growth is spurred on by the return of his high school crush (the only girl he's ever kissed). He becomes best friends with her 11-year old son, Josh, who resides at the same emotional maturity level. The show's driving theme is Josh and Glen's attempts to grow up, which is almsot solely defined by their quest to score chicks.

It's got a great supporting cast, including Lenny Clarke as his father, the stripper from Tin Cup as his mother, and the neighbor's son is brilliant. This has made its way to my DVR.

Labels: Rob Corddry, The Winner, TV