Ah opening night.

A nationally-televised concert, fireworks … and, oh, yeah, there’s some football too. Pretty fair matchup.

I guess we’ve come a long way from when halftime shows meant calling up the university band whose team had a road game within two hours’ drive and asking whether they wanted to come down and perform a halftime tune or two.

Let’s see … they’ve got John Mellencamp, Faith Hill, Kelly Clarkson and Hinder. I know the first two; rather like Mellancamp, actually. Plenty of his stuff in the Morsels’ iPod. Clarkson? Can’t recall a song she’s sung; just know that she’s got a good voice, she’s cute and she probably wants to slap you if you remind her of her performance in From Justin to Kelly, which I think was seen by fewer people than your average rec-league slow-pitch softball game.

Then there’s Hinder. What in God’s name is Hinder?

It’s a band, moron. Here’s the Wikipedia link.

Wrong, it’s a verb. (And as Robert Goulet once said of Tim Duncan’s surname, it’s a “baaaaad verb.”) It can also be an adjective.