I’m newly employed as a track & field coach and the change in schedule has interfered with my posting, so this one is a little belated.

I spent the beginning of last week icing, elevating, and watching TV at my parent’s house because of my stupid sprained ankle. I was so bored, I would basically watch anything (yes, even The View). I don’t know if anyone reading this watches American Idol—wait, someone does, hi Mom! My mother is a huge Idol fan, not a super-fan or anything weird, but she’s watched all 9 seasons and could probably name the winners in chronological order. Being immobile, unable to reach the remote, and with no veto power, I was forced to watch a particularly bad episode of “Idol.” The 12 finalists were asked to sing covers of Rolling Stone’s songs. Most of the performances were bad, totally weird, or just boring. One guy, did a particularly horrible ska/reggae version of “Under My Thumb” that actually made me laugh out loud. These cover’s made me realize something I’d forgotten, what an amazing front-man Mick Jagger truly is. I recently watched Martin Scorsese’s Shine a Light, the concert documentary that records the opening night of The Rolling Stone’s 2006 “A Bigger Bang Tour.” Even at the ripe old age of 63, Mick Jagger could shake his hips, swing his arms, and hump his mic a million times better than any of the teenagers and 20-somethings that make up the cast of American Idol. Maybe they’ll get there someday, but nobody will ever do “Mick Jagger,” better than Mr. Jagger.