All my rowdy friends better not text me and tell me what happens tonight because I’ll be TiVoing the game

So I got my hands on a ticket to the Jay-Z/Eminem show at Yankee Stadium months ago and didn’t realize it was tonight until yesterday. For some reason it was always Tuesday in my head. Also, I haven’t listened to much new music from either of them in several years besides the stuff that’s incessantly on the radio, and I’m inevitably going to be a little disappointed when they don’t just come out and play The Marshall Mathers EP and The Black Album back to back.

Regardless, it means a late night for me, plus complete media avoidance as I strive to not find out what happens before I get home and fire up the Jets game on DVR.

If you’re reading this and you happen to real-life know me, please do not call or text me about the happenings in said Jets game. Unless it’s to say something that’s universally true and will be true before and after the game, like “whoa nelly, that Mark Sanchez is handsome.” That’s reasonable.

In any case, here’s me and Brian Bassett previewing the Monday Night Party:

When in doubt, blow it up

Look, for all I know that horse was chock full of plastic explosives, though it sure didn’t look like it from the way it blew up. I imagine some paranoid parent saw the thing and called the cops, the cops had to respond, then they showed up and saw that it was obviously just a toy horse and the conversation went something like this:

“Dude, this is obviously just a toy horse.”

“Yeah, but we came all the way out here and we’ve already got all our bomb stuff out. So we should probably blow it up.”

“Obviously.”

And let the record show, that’s precisely the type of logic I’d employ all the time if I were a cop, because if you’ve got opportunities to blow stuff up while you’re on the clock, you take them.

Excuse me: Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Blow it to smithereens.

Norm!

I’m going to do this sports show. It’s like a “Daily Show” for sports that they’ll put on Comedy Central. It’s supposed to be weekly. They eventually want to do it daily, but I don’t. It’s very hard to make something funny every day.

Norm MacDonald.

Every few years someone comes out with something and says it’ll be  “the ‘Daily Show’ for sports.” And every time it happens, my former roommate Ted Burke and I get all angry about it because in college we hosted a program that very much fit that description and always dreamed about doing it on some grander scale. And we always convince ourselves that we could do a better job of it than Jay Mohr or the Sports Soup guy or whoever.

Norm MacDonald inspires no such anger from the award-winning co-hosts of “The Award Winning SaxaCenter Program.” Because that show likely would not have existed or survived without MacDonald’s massive impact on our style. I can’t speak for my former co-host, but I welcome the return of Norm MacDonald to weekly television. This man is a hero. The O.J. stuff is kinda sad to see, though, since it’s what ultimately got him canned and all.