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Austrian Journo Dresses Up as Mozart for Super Bowl Media Day

PhillipHajszanPicThis is not a Sacha Baron Cohen movie-project update.

Rather, we’re here to let you know that one Phillip Hajszan (pictured) is today making stateside headlines for having dressed up, at Super Bowl Media Day, as a guy who could diagram an intricate symphony. We’re not trying to be mean; but perhaps this desperate fourth-and-wrong ploy was designed to improve the quantity and quality of the Austrian journalist’s personal-account Twitter followers. From a USA TODAY write-up:

In his white wig, many mistook Hajszan for Benjamin Franklin. “That is what people keep saying. I say, no, I’m Mozart, Mozart, Mozart!” said Hajszan, who came to Media Day last year garbed in Austrian lederhosen.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born on January 27, 1756 in Salzburg, Austria.

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Rabbi Rushfield’s Sermon from Below the Mount

38597820-07081059.jpg Rabbi Richard Rushfield tackles his American Idol beat from a vantage he’d never before attempted: the mosh pit. The whole story is (as always) a good read, but our favorite line has to be this:

Seeing this troika take its place and ultimately deliver its judgments at a mere arm’s length away gave one the bizarre feeling of having been teleported inside a television set; in a way that one could never feel from a distance of 10 rows up, I was inside this iconic scene –- like showing up suddenly alongside the table where Benjamin Franklin and John Hancock are lining up to take their quills to the Declaration of Independence. This remarkable sense goes a long way toward accounting for the state of perpetual giddiness I found my neighbors in.