I told you so.
Do I have this kind of luck with, say, the lottery? Not in a million years, but I will happily accept never having to hear McCreery smarm his way through another "not your daddy's Conway Twitty" performance as a runner-up prize.
And, with that, we can all get on with our lives. Some of us, like the author of this piece, will take this opportunity to pause in this historic moment and give thanks...
...that my beloved doesn't also watch Dancing with the Stars.