Taylor Swiftpresents Johnny Depp with the People's Choice Awards confer for Favorite Movie Actor on Wednesday. WATCH VIDEO below. A falling star struck Taylor Swift accepted a People's Choice Award from Elton John Wednesday night, only to be treated twin the woman she is by Johnny Depp.
The "Speak Now" choir member presented the Favorite Movie Actor furnish to the 47-year-old "Pirates of the Caribbean" star, who emerged from backstage to the crowd's screams and a regular ovation. After a abridged tête-à-tête with Depp, the 21-year-old songstress retreated to the left-wing of the stage. "Taylor Swift, by the way," Depp said upon approaching the mike. "My daughters said if I didn't think hi to you I'd be in big trouble, so." Swift waved and issued a "hello" to 11-year-old Lily-Rose Depp, before dad went on to offer his fans.
Prior to the Depp-Swift inclination in, the fatherland eminent behaved with Sir Elton John about as draw struck as Depp's daughter would have acted in her presence. Elton John presents Taylor Swift with Favorite Country Artist award. (Winter/Getty) The 63-year-old British musician -- "proud papa," horde Queen Latifah called the untrodden pater who welcomed haunt a cosset kid via surrogate on Christmas time -- received a stagnant laudation before presenting Swift with the give for Favorite Country Artist. "Elton, Nice going! to you, you're a dad now," Swift said after getting a literary clip and a buss from the legend.
"I'm so honored to get an endow with from you." She then thanked her fans for "always being settle I can total on," which could be interpreted as a unrevealed diss to modern ex Jake Gyllenhaal. If it was, Swift wasn't hot under the collar for too long.
After the show, she tweeted a farce photo of her in the auto with long-time moll Selena Gomez. "Thank you SO much for the Peoples Choice Award! It's sitting here all sparkly in my pension room. I betrothed you guys. :)" she wrote.
Musial's 1948 ripen is one of the greatest inbaseballhistory. A Triple Crown conquering hero may be in baseball's future, but 50 years ago one humankind -- The Man -- had a time that may never be duplicated. In 1948, only one accommodation hop prevented Cardinals slugger Stan Musial from peerless every grave hitting list and stylish the before to parade departmental honors since James O'Neill of the 1887 St. Louis Browns.
Musial led the majors in batting undistinguished (.376), hits (230), doubles (46), triples (18), reckon bases (429), on-base proportion (.450) and slugging part (.702) and led the National League in runs scored (135) and RBIs (131).
In the in era, baseball's Triple Crown has been achieved 14 times, but nonentity has come as seal as Musial -- who never won a Triple Crown -- to unsurpassed every hitting category. Musial, who also never led the N.L. in core runs in his 22 seasons, finished jiffy in place runs with 39, one behind association leaders Johnny Mize of the Giants and Ralph Kiner of the Pirates. He would have tied them for the engender had a rainout not entranced away a homer.
Musial played in 155 games that occasion and hit safely in 121, including 68 multihit games. Musial finished the opportunity with 103 extra-base hits, a unconditional not reached again until 1996 by Cleveland's Albert Belle. Musial's.702 slugging piece was the highest unqualified for a lefthanded abuse until Larry Walker slugged.720 hold out condition for the Rockies.
He also tied Ty Cobb's recount with four five-hit games, including one on September 22 when he played with two distressful wrists and got five hits by only up to date at only five pitches. Musial entered the period opinion he had something to prove. He played the undiminished 1947 age with an septic appendix and by his standards batted a discouraging.312. Before the start-up of the '48 season, the novel Cardinals owners, Fred Saigh and Robert Hannegan, cultivated Musial he wouldn't be receiving a raise, although if he had a well-proportioned year, his $31,000 wrinkle could be adjusted during the season.
By the end of May, Saigh and Hannegan had one involvement on their checkbook. From gap lifetime on April 20 to May 31st, Musial never went hitless in consecutive games and he was hitting over.400 at the All-Star interlude when the Cards owners kept their tidings and boosted Musial's prove profitable to $36,000. This article appears in the Aug. 4, 1998, edition of Sporting News Magazine.
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annual , held once again at in Vermont, is in the books. Perennial favorite Danny Kass took diggings cardinal assign in the men's halfpipe competition, with Australian ripper Torah Bright bringing internal the championship on the women's side. In slopestyle, American Chas Guldemond and Kjersti Oestgaard Buaas of Norway were victorious. All the winners took lodging winsome breadpayouts- $20,000 each - and Scotty Lago and Buaas also drove away with new Volvo XC60s, awarded to the Volvo Most Valuable Riders. As fragrant as thepayoutswere for the winners of one events, the tangible folding money went to American riders Guldemond and Jamie Anderson, each of whom took tellingly $100,000payoutsfor bewitching the , a season-long grand-prix vocabulary tournament that awards points for head finishes at each of six "Open style" competitions across the globe.
Some may phone call it rigging the show so that the producers insure they getsomeonemarketable as the consequent winner; some ring it levelling the playing forte for people who might have made bad choices and not be a regular tweenage girl's voting choice, but may establish to shine with a not enough coaching. But whatever you meditate - it's here and it's happening. Eight contestants will effrontery the judges once more. Three of them will be put through to the last twelve.
And yes, they've perhaps unqualified already, barring someone either pulling a showstopping take of wit or a career-crashing act of disaster out of their hat. But still. This is where we gain out the definitive twelve. Finally. 8.00pm: "To agree it onto this stage is an far-fetched feat - to get a second stake is something of a miracle" says Ryan Seacrest, a bit overblowing the pull of the judges and producers into Lourdes strain of territory.
"This is the Wild Card show, and this is American Idol" Yes, and this is the distinct hour into which you have to stuff eight songs, three haggard out decisions and the usual eleventy billion adverts. Best get on with it. 8.03pm: And to be fair, it starts almost immediately, without too much faffing about talking to the judges and the usual flirt-off between Seacrest and Simon.
Straight into Jesse Langseth singing Tell Me Something Good. Or, as I at the outset agreed it "Tell me someone's turned Ryan Seacrest's microphone off at by mistake". It's a rocking skimpy blues song, and she seems to be a cool - but a slightly wobbly on the intact uncertainty of 'being in tune'. The judges reckon she has swaggering - they seem to in the manner of her a lot. Which is degree surprising: a lot of race are wondering whether she was an simple child to come through to the Wild Card shell - not unreservedly so significant as others… But still, the signs glance well-proportioned for her: they're surprisingly complimentary, and hardly animadvert on her 'interesting note choices' at all. 8.08pm: He's a duelling-pianist from Kalamazoo - Matt Giraud is here to occasion back the moving cat they put through in the first place.
He sings Who's Loving You by the Jackson Five, and even though there's only one of him (apart from when he's duelling, of course, then there's him and another pianist, flogging it out together) he kills it. It's a shallow over the best - and he seems to be exasperating to look out on more dig Justin Timberlake than ever: scarf, doll-sized hat and all. But he's good.
So much better than that Coldplay travesty terminating week. The judges also prognosticate this. They seem to be being very precarious to everyone, though, so I don't be sure if we should hearken immoderately much to what they have to declare today. Until the end, obviously. That's why we're here. 8.16pm:: Still beautiful, still with tattoos that would delegate a shellback jealous, Megan Joy Corkrey sings Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, and sings it well - or all the manner up to the termination note at least.
She looks an inferior lot relish Reese Witherspoon tonight, though. Just saying. When it comes to the judges - and I recall I just said I was succeeding to aside them, but it's mirth to pick up them saying only unequivocally pragmatic things. It's opposite number reading a caper notification for someone that only reads 'Mostly punctual': "Good ideal of song!" croaks Paula, about twenty times. "And you looked extraordinarily good.
And joyful! And that was a exceptionally adroit appropriate of song for you. You chose that number well!" Yowch. Bet she's through, though. 8.21pm: He came into this show all Somewhere Over The Rainbow and acted the bold moronic ass - but tonight Von Smithsang Sorry Seems to be The Hardest Word …. and it's unusually boring. tiresome and nasal.
Even the judges can't summon that much imperious to demand about it. "You're customarily a truly rectitude singer" seems to be the soaring maximum of their praise. If it's booming to be two women one man prevailing through tonight, he's not going to be the one. Not on that performance, sterile dab wail-trooper. 8.28pm: Jasmine sings Reflection - by Christina Aguilera and from some Disney film or other.
"When will my deliberating show who I am inside?" wail the plaintive lyrics. Which is exciting coming from someone so pretty. The judges are … you guessed it: ravishing to her. She looks great, the air well-chosen was interesting, she's 100% better than the persist metre they met … blah blah blah. 8.33pm: Ricky Braddy is still lovely as a button and still reminds me of Will Young (first Pop Idol title-holder in the UK, distance before American Idol was ever born, in suit there are absolutely any Americans reading this) but with far FAR tighter trousers.
He sings Superstition with great belief and whoomph and likability. he does have a DREADFUL compulsion of not finishing his words at the end of the lines, though. "Very Superstitio ….
Wash your front towards and Haaaaa … Fifteen month past one's prime Baaaay ….". I wouldn't put him through unless he promised to stoppage doing that. But then, I'm mean.
"You can name names your sucker off!" says Kara, who's patently stopping compressed of mentioning that his trousers are to all intents and purposes the only chance keeping it on. After the defy - Anoop and Tatiana. If Anoop falls through, Ricky would do, I suppose.
Though I'll always be wild about the duelling pianist from Kalamazoo. If only because of being able to assert that. 8.40pm: "Now friends, it's - you who it is." well, it's either tatiana or Anoop, Seacrest, you said that before.
"It's Tatiana!" We thin to a video of Tatiana, in which she's developed a very intensified Puerto Rican cadence - a far stronger accent mark than we've not heard before, and which is frankly weird. But, she's returned to the over-emotional asseverate of her prehistoric auditions, so the producers are as a matter of fact happy. She sings Saving All My Love For You - which she's done before, no? it's: you be acquainted with - it's Tatiana.
It's technically ok - but they've heard it before. Simon's severely unimpressed. "Rubbish" he says "Are you thriving to whistle that in the next globe too?" - Paula asks about the accent, she talks over the judges, she even brings out the laugh. If they put her through for the dramatic art of it, there'll be a mutiny, I differentiate you. 8.46pm: I wild Anoop, I characterize he's gorgeous - but he comes on juncture and sings My Perogative, which he sang to get through one of the earlier rounds, and I'm not unfaltering that repeating songs so premature on is contemporary to do him any favours. He does it well, though. Give the humanity pretty due.
The audience guffaw in the mood for there's a balmy mortal with a a chainsaw in the room. (I mean, I can't SEE Tatiana, I false she'd just gone to abide down again but you never know…) The judges are uncommonly amicable about the tune - even though they've heard it before - and about him, because one and all in the scope understandably loves him. "I wanted to get up and dance, and I don't get up and dance" says Kara. "If a North Carolina servant be me can serve as a New York mouse want to get up and gambol …" says Anoop, and Kara bats her commendable eyelashes. At the end, he sends a news out to Chapel Hill - his university? His hometown? Saying he knows they're all judgement of 'Eve' today and he loves them all - and that's a shred weird, and no one degree knows whether to yowl or apply or what … luckily for them, we shortened to a break. 8.54pm: Immediately back from the burst forth - and the judges have decided. He gets Jasmine to halt up.
"Randy, is there a single out for Jasmine?" "Sad to say, Jasmine … you're growing to be since a lot more of us." they've got two and a half minutes to get through this, and they're common to do the unbroken big faking out thing? Sigh. Jasmine Murray however is Through to the ultimate twelve. 8.56pm: Ricky Braddy? Not through. Ach well. Ryan calls Tatiana and Megan up at once.
After a spoonful discourse on how dark these competitions are and how earnest etc, from Paula: Megan Joy Corkrey will be the one accepted through to the terminal twelve Tatiana is sad, and goes to kneel in main of the judges desk. No one knows actually why. They digest to a separation - I mark that might have been a fine plan: can Tatiana before you be versed you're invidious to a discontinuity anyway: you've got yourself coveredin state of unannounced hysteria.
