The next day, it was time for the Emmys themselves.  In a word…YAWN!  If this is what the new television season is going to look like, I may sit this one out.  And, while I enjoy Thomas Lennon, I absolutely loathed his banal commentary.  In fact, halfway through the ceremony, I was rooting for him to fall out of his balcony perch and plummet to his death.  And if that sounds harsh, clearly you were amongst the multitude not watching.

Congrats to Billy Porter for his historic win – the first time an openly gay black man ever won a leading actor Emmy.  And it came the day after his 50^th birthday.  Happy birthday, from one Billy to another.