Gratuitous

For my money, the best two voices of the past 50 years are Barbara Streisand and Whitney Houston.  I won't gush over either, but I regard Whitney's rendition of the National Anthem at the 1991 Super Bowl as the best of all time. The next time you see some American Idol winner take their a stab at the Anthem, it'll be in pale comparison to Whitney.  Effortless, passionate, inspirational.



In case you're foggy on the details, the Giants won Super Bowl XXV over the Bills by a score of 20-19. Wide right.

Moving right along.

Next, lets hop in the way-back machine, and have a glimpse at 12 year old Christina Aguilera, as she sings Whitney Houston’s I Have Nothing on the Mickey Mouse Club in 1992 (Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears singing backup).



XTina Today:

Deuce, Deuce and-a-half.

But, we can remember the good old days....

Still think Madonna should keep doing Halftime shows?  Fuck.

And as foreshadowing, I was lazily lounging in bed this afternoon (post 2 hour spin class, and post-nap), watching 'Coming To America'. Classic in so many ways. So one final tribute by Randy Watson and Sexual Chocolate, or, as you may know him - Joe The Policeman, from the 'What's Going Down' episode of That's My Mama....



That boy good.

In Training

My official Ironman NYC training kicked off on February 1st.

My official 'In Training' T-Shirt

Even though it has been a veritable non-winter thus far, it's still too cold and windy to get out on the bike. Thus until spring, I've started taking a couple Real Ryder spinning classes a week. Great workout, and I sweat buckets.  The ability of the bike to tilt and lean does a much better job of simulating a real cycling experience - and also gives an upper body workout at the same time.

Your Daily Moment of Zen

Living amongst New York Giants fans is nearly as insufferable as living amongst Yankee fans.  Nonetheless, these geriatric cheerleaders are all the rage.



I'm going to start using that 'mic drop' when I'm done with a business meeting. Just stand up, drop my pen to the floor, and walk out of the room.