The excitment is numbing

So I hear Tito Jackson say Tuesday night's "American Idol" will feature the "faceoff of the century." Shouldn't I be more excited?

I've overheard enough -- a commercial or two, inane office chatter, etc. -- to know I want the chick to win. Is she talented? No idea. But I'd rather not have another eager-to-please, too earnest by half Southern boy thrust in my face.