It took 7 seasons

Alright, first things first, Scott is now temporarily behind the wheel of this family blog. I have sat idly by long enough. And as much as I adore them, there are only so many pictures of my kids, and stories about the park or the zoo or whatever that I can take. It's time to talk about far more pressing issues - like Idol.

For 6 seasons, I intentionally avoided this nonsense and I openly mocked guys like Tobi and Tibbitts who sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch soaking it all in like they were at some pseudo-cultist yoga class. I just couldn't get into it. Angie, on the other hand, like most of you other lemmings, gleefully scheduled her whole week around making time for every show. Meanwhile, I would aimlessly wander the house looking for something else to do, rarely having much success. And then, it happened.

One fateful night a couple weeks ago, I overheard this kid David sing the Bryan Adams song "Heaven." It should be noted that Bryan Adams was a very influential singer during my formative years, and many a church dance was spent swaying to his epic ballads. So when I heard it sung by this kid, I was entranced. Watch for yourself.




The next thing I knew, I was in. I'm committed. How did this happen? Just look at him!! I actually start acting and sounding like Paula Abdul when this kid gets after it. He is so gracious, it is incredibly disarming and it probably drives the other contestants crazy because they wish they could hate him, but how can you hate this kid?

Trust me, I still don't feel totally comfortable about all this. I have gone through a period of self-loathing as a result, but like St. Augustine before me, I offer this post as my Confession.