I will now get out of the way for a few min to let the Rev. Moby speak a few sage words.

“The pre-show with Celine Dion made my skin crawl,” notes the chrome-domed performer. “Ugh. It was so creepy. I guess I have this fantasy that at some big, corporate sporting event they’ll have a reading of the Bill of Rights instead of Celine Dion butchering a song while zombified backing singers smile like poster children for Xanax.”