Every year when American Idol starts, we in the newsroom turn up the TVs to hear the first few epidsodes of the cast-offs, the rebuked and rejected, the dreadfully awful and the painfully criminal singers of the nation. The question we all have is "Who told you you were a good singer?" I know I can't sing so I don't go embarassing myself on national TV and letting Simon throw some daggers in my back on my way out the double doors that without fail, someone can't master because one is locked. I never watch the competition, but the early shows are a guilty pleasure.
Case in point: last season when a young man thought he was Justin Timberlake. Simon's evisceration of this young man and his friend afterward prompted a national outrage from many who thought the show was getting too mean-spirited. I'll agree the whole "you look a little odd, like one of those creatures in the jungle" was cruel-- especially their reaction after he's gone. But, cheers to another season-- the good stuff starts at the 4:00 mark.
The reason you can't feel bad for this guy, though, is he and his equally maligned friend outside the door went on the late-night circuit with Kimmel and Leno and took full advantage of their 15 minutes. At least Steve Bartman went away and stayed away. There's a guy you can feel sorry for... unless you're a Cubs fan, of course.