Me and SNL: The Break-Up That Will Never Happen and Is Long Overdue

Every time I hear any hype about an upcoming episode of Saturday Night Live, I tune in, anticipating hilarity and timely wit.

And almost every time I am disappointed.

My hubby has never understood my commitment to SNL. He belongs to the camp that thinks the show should have been cancelled sometime around Dennis Miller's departure.

This might be true, but then we would have missed out on some of the most hilarious skits in recent years, including Timberlake's "Cock in a Box" duet and the Diaper Thongs ad.

That said, this weekend's season premier was so unfunny that I only lasted until the second commercial set before I conceded the remote control and relented to watching the Food Network.

Yes, Tina Fey looks exactly like Sarah Palin. Yes, I love Tina Fey. But really, was her skit with Amy Poehler as Hillary Clinton really that funny?

At the Republican Convention, the Daily Show coverage of the Republican's hypocrisy when it comes to women's issues and this election was brilliant. Witty. Tear-inducing.

The opening SNL skit? Meh.

And watching Michael Phelps read cue cards while fully dressed was as painful as having the gym lights come on at the end of a drunken high school dance. Dude, you are WAY uglier than I thought.

So, do I end my 15-year lip lock with unreliable comedy? Probably not. With the funny business, I will always respect attempts at humour, even if they fail. Because comedy is hard. And you have to be willing to try a hundred times over, if only for one laugh.

I know this makes me a bad comedy enabler but what the hell. Sometimes those ecstatic drunken moments before the lights come on make even the ugly boys worth giving a chance.