If you didn’t watch the Emmys last night, well I don’t blame you. With the exception of The Lonely Island plus Michael Bolton and company, there wasn’t much happening. Sure there were some decent jokes, but where was the pizazz and energy? I spent more time laughing at Michael Vick for getting taken down by the Falcons than I did at Jane Lynch’s punchlines. We agreed that if we ran the Emmys, things would have been a lot more exciting.