So this year I spared myself the agonizing spectacle of the Country Music Awards. Aside from my Texas home girl Miranda Lambert there was nothing, NOTHING, about the Nash-Vegas that would compel me to watch what amounts to a fate more painful then sitting through 5 Hanna Montana concerts….sequentially…with her dad opening the show. Seriously, Kid Rock? Even the rappers don’t want him anymore. Shania Twain?! Mutt Lang dumps here and she leaves Canada starved for the spot light? I still contened the CMAs make the Grammys seem edgy.