As I was sitting in the bathroom today, praying for the bees to bring me the sweet release of death, a song came on the Toilet Radio. It was Heart! I love Heart. Wait. No. It's "Alone," but that ain't Ann Wilson. No, it's someone torturing the song.
Is it some newish country female singer I don't really know? No.
Is it some random pop singer I don't really know? No.
Oh shit. I know who it is. Celine Dion. How dare she ruin anything Heart has done? Bah.
I won't provide a link to the song, because I like you guys and someone might be tempted to click on it. I just can't have that on my conscience. I'm devastated that I had to learn this god-awful cover exists. Though, I guess it's another to add to the list of god-awful covers that I always bust out when people have a discussion about terrible covers. That's a silver lining, y'all.
Also, since Erin Andrews just interviewed him during the Home Run Derby, I was reminded of something. Last week or over the weekend not one, but two people, found my blog by Googling "Joe Mauer naked." Sweet!