Today I finally finished Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live, which has been sitting on my reading list for well over a year now. It’s not so much a “book” as it is a huge collection of quotes and stories from cast members, producers, writers, directors, etc. It could have been subtitled “All About Lorne Michaels” to be honest with you; it seemed like every other quote was somebody talking about him. It was quite fun to read, though. I’m a big fan of the show and have been for as long as I can remember.
I have never been able to forget one sketch. It was the one where Kevin Nealon was a reporter covering the “All Drug Olympics” and the weight-lifter’s arms ripped out of his sockets. I don’t think I had ever laughed so hard in my life. I picked up the phone and called one of my friends to ask him if he’d just seen it, and he had. Everyone was talking about that skit at school on Monday, too. For some reason that memory is lodged in my mind and I don’t think I’ll ever lose it.
