I have a brilliant idea.

Let’s get a guy known for his ability to ad-lib and 5th grade reading level to read from a teleprompter for two hours. Live. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

This, my friends, is why SNL is in the crapper. I love Chuck but Auburn paid him to rebound, not read. This episode looked like SNL ran a contest where a fan could host the show. I mean, for real, I bet Sir Charles would lose to Muhammad Ali in a freestyle battle. Too soon?

Actually this golf skit was the funniest of the night, which isn’t saying much.

Don’t worry, Baby Huey, I’ll still faithfully watch you roast athletes on TNT all season.

The saving grace of the night, though, came in the form of Miss Alicia Keys and her “Booty Call” skit. I know this is supposed to be funny…but I’m going to splice the audio and keep her voice and hold my own conversations with the recordings. Things may get weird.