An Open Letter to Harry Connick, Jr.

No, it's not a mistake. I posted this photo again.

Dear Mr. Connick,

Harry, may I call you Harry? We are four days in to our ten day baseball and National Park road trip, which we planned around the U2 concert originally scheduled for tomorrow night at the Meadowlands. Then I saw your stint as the guest mentor on American Idol a few months ago and you mentioned the Broadway shows, so I ordered tickets and a great plan instantly got better. Then that girly-man, Bono, had bunion surgery or something and postponed the tour until 2011 out of Guinness swilling weakness. I know you would never pull such shenanigans, especially if you knew we were driving 4,000 miles to see your show. That's, as you said tonight, just how you roll.

Well, we just got back from the Neil Simon Theatre and it was even better than the other three times we've seen you in the past. As we left the theatre, a large crowd had formed outside the stage door, apparently awaiting your exit. We waited for some time and Julia posted the following Facebook status: "David has a man crush on Harry Connick, so we are standing at the stage door waiting for him to leave for the evening." Eventually, she led me away without witnessing your exit, an infraction for which she shall never be forgiven. Which brings me to the point of this open letter...

The Urban Dictionary defines a "man crush" as, "When a straight man has a "crush" on another man, not sexual but kind of idolizing him." I think this may define our relationship. I've only been a fan since the She album, so I'm not like that goofy "Wendy" who owns every album you've ever made, has posters of you littering her walls and stalks you from city to city. But I am only one of three people on seven continents who not only admit to watching Life Without Dick, but actually liking it. So I'll cop to the man crush for the following reasons...

You have the complete package: extreme musical talent, which I envy and covet and a sense of humor not very different from my own. That, combined with the quick wit, which is so evident in your concerts and your mentor nights on AI, is quite a draw for all fans, no matter the orientation. As I've said to numerous folks, Harry Connick, Jr. is the type of guy you'd just like to hang out with. He could join us for a baseball game or a hike in a national park or we could just sit back and watch him jam with Lucien and the band. It wouldn't matter because the guy simply oozes coolness.

There you have it. I've outed myself as a Harry Connick, Jr. man-crusher. If the roles were reversed, I'm certain that you'd do the same. I'll look forward to your open letter.

Sincerely,
Dave

PS: Man crush aside, your wife is still much more attractive than you. Sorry dude.