And if I’m to believe that Kenny Chesney and his nervous tic motion of the head to the left are what makes for a 97-time Entertainer of the Year, I should hope he’d come packing more than Bob Marley’s backing band, now fronted by the reggae equivalent of that Filipino dude Journey found to impersonate Steve Perry. I’m sorry, Wailers lead singer Elan Atias. You seem very talented (and that does appear to be your real name) but I am not on a cruise, and I’d like to be entertained by Kenny Chesney, who I have been sitting here for close to three hours to see. I know many, many people love Kenny—but I can’t stop respectfully wondering how much rum is involved in that affection, because I just don’t get it, and I’m trying to get it, and a bar-band rendition of “Three Little Birds” is not helping me get it.