As a kid, I used to love watching this mind-numbing spectacle. It was impressive to see all the goofy floats towering in the air. But of course, now I just couldn’t care less about it. Much like I no longer care for the Tournament of Roses parade and all those others. I think the end came for me when I saw Rue McClanahan atop some float and lip synching some god-awful song. It brought back memories of “The Golden Girls” and how anyone could think her character in real or fictional life was sexy was just…distracting, and not in a good way.
But what’s more annoying, the celebrity cameos or the running commentary on each damn float, marching band, and everything else associated with the parade? I don’t need to hear Katie Couric go on and on about some dog groomer that cuts the fur of famous celebs’ pets. And who could forget such winning moments as “Oh, here gomes Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde and Pac-Man! And right behind them hovering high in the air is UNDERDOG!”
I may have hallucinated that last bit, but I know that damn Underdog always appears. If ever there was a reason to get drunk before noon, the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade is it.
