Fifty minutes. That’s how long I had to watch Oprah Winfrey’s big kick-off show before I got what I wanted: Rascal Flatts . There was so much hype about this show. Oprah’s 24th season kick-off party was all anyone was talking about this week, at least in Chicago. But all I cared about was Rascal Flatts. (No offense, Oprah.) I wasn’t able to go when they taped it on Tuesday (Sept. 8), because the crush of humanity made it impossible to get within a three-mile radius of the part of the city w
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