Holy crap, this was uncomfortable. Every year (for the last few years) they wheel out Dick Clark, prop him up in front of a camera and let him mumble out the countdown as the ball drops in Times Square. The last 3 years he’s been barely coherent. Last year he effed up the count good. This year, an utter disaster…
I didn’t think much of it (after all, it was expected) until I realized that this was the 38th Annual Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. What does that mean? It means if they have to pull a Weekend at Bernie’s situation and bring his corpse in for the next two years, he’ll make 40 before they officially hand it over to Ryan Seacrest.
It’s so uncomfortable to watch. I’m sorry, Dick. I understand you’re a legend, and I understand your importance to the industry and all that, but this isn’t the way you want to be remembered; as a mumbling old dope that can’t count backward from 20. Step aside and let Ryan do it. It’ll be fine. Really.