This is the kind of day I love: a little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little bit of Monica in my life...

Whoa. Went a little Lou Bega there for a second. Sorry.

Don't have time for a mambo of any number today. Movie in the morning, TV in the afternoon and tonight I'll be reviewing the Eagles concert at St. Pete Times Forum. Somewhere in-between I need to get some writing done, and stop somewhere to get a brake light replaced because the last thing I want is to be driving around Tampa these Super days with a reason to get stopped by the po-po.

The movie is The International, starring Clive Owen, the man who might have been James Bond if Daniel Craig didn't take the role. Looks kinda entertaining in preview trailers. But like I always tell Princess Di: Every team looks like a Super Bowl contender in the highlight reels.

A little after 4 p.m. I'll do the usual weekly segment on WTSP Ch. 10, this time chatting about Renee Zellweger's New in Town, the latest reason to believe her Oscar should be returned to the academy. If you're not near a television, you can log on to the station's Web site for live streaming coverage of the telecast. I'll be in the studio with Marty Matthews while co-anchor Dave Wirth broadcasts from Gaspar's Grotto in Ybor City, the hub of Super Bowl partytime.

They know better than to put me in a bar.

But it's the concert tonight that has me revved up. Haven't seen the Eagles live since the old Rock Super Bowls (they were called that until the NFL got protective of the name) at the Tangerine Bowl in Orlando in the late 1970's. Saw them twice, and I recall one bill was the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Seger, John Cougar (before going all Mellencamp on his fans) and, I think, Robin Trower. Tickers cost around $20 as I recall. Those were the days.

Tonight the Eagles flying solo will cost the highest rollers $187.75 per ticket. Those are the times.

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