I don't profess to know anything about American Idol. In fact, unless I'm locked in a hotel room in Cleveland and there's a guy singing about breaking into Paula Abdul's house and trying on her underwear, I'm probably not watching at all. But I have to hand it to El Presidente over at Barstool Sports. Now I feel as though I can have an intelligent conversation about the most popular reality TV show in the history of pop culture without having to actually tune in to the show (is there a more oxymoronical statement than: "now I can have an intelligent conversation about American Idol"? I really can't think of one). I might even enter one of those ridiculous American Idol pools with my girlfriend's friends and wind up taking all of their money. So thank you, El Prez. If I end up hitting the jackpot, I'll be sure to buy a T-shirt.
As a side note, is there anything better than talking about American Idol contestants in degenerate gambling terms? I love the fact that he refers to Alaina and Chikezie as "mid-majors". Too funny.
OK, everybody the wait is over. It’s time for El Presidente’s American Idol preview. Now for those of you who are new to the Stool, let me give you a little history lesson. I have successfully picked the winner of American Idol before the first elimination show has even aired 5 out of the last 6 years. I’ve often said that God gave me three gifts in life. The first one is the ability to get a great parking spot under any circumstance. I’m telling you that I could get a spot right in front of Giacamo’s on Hanover Street at 8pm on a Friday night if I need to. The second gift is the ability to spot a bad fashion trend before I fall victim to it. I was the guy in middle school who never pegged my jeans. I just knew it looked stupid. And finally I can spot the American Idol winner a mile away...
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