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Any luxury car dealer in Southern California who has yet to call Daddy Archuletta this morning should lose their job. You know this tool has already begun to spend little Davey’s money and the winner has yet to be announced. But if you watched the snorefest you know David Cook all but rolled over and played dead as the little Wishnik sang his way to the title of American Idol.

The theme was boxing and, quite frankly, whoever decided that should be out pounding the pavement today. From the ring announcer intro right through to Simon’s declaration that little Davey delivered a “knockout,” this was the dumbest, most annoying concept the Idol folks have ever done. And there have been plenty of others.

After we learned that David Cook weighs in at 180 pounds and little Davey (the 100-pound weakling) can’t even throw a punch, the duo disrobed for the 7,000 screaming fans at the Nokia Theatre. And then they sang…sort of.

But not before we had to watch them get advice from the big contemporary music geniuses Clive Davis and Andrew Lloyd Weber. Then we had to watch more ridiculous pre-produced boxing-themed footage. And then they sang.

First up was Clive Davis’ choices. Cook sang “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” It was his best moment of the night, but it certainly didn’t blow anybody away. Simon called it “phenomenal” but he hadn’t heard little Davey yet.

Round one eventually went to Archuletta after he did Elton John’s “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me.” Paula, clad in a pink prom dress, was working her A-game when she said “the sun is never going to go down on you.” Too many jokes fit here so let’s just move along and say that Constantine Maroulis was in the house again this week.

He once told me this is his way of giving back. Looks more like a desperate attempt at publicity to me, not unlike the high school quarterback who keeps coming back for visits because nothing else has happened in his life.

Anyway…on to round two. Apparently sometime when I, thanks to Tivo, fast-forwarded through the Seacrest drivel and the commercials, Idol announced a song-writing competition. Last night, the finalists got to perform a song they chose from the top 10 entries. Somebody needs to tell Nigel this is a horrible idea. The songs all suck and nobody wants to hear them. Somehow, little Davey (even without Daddy’s help) chose a better song than David Cook, though not by much. But it was enough for Simon to toss round two to Davey.

Round three was where David Cook really blew it by choosing Collective Soul’s “The World I Know.” It was a bad, boring choice. Simon asked why he didn’t sing “Billie Jean” or “Hello”. Runner-up to be Cook mumbled something about progression. Truth be told, he’s probably afraid Daddy Archuletta will kill him if he wins. How else can you explain such stupid choices?

At least little Davey knew enough to choose the song he sang the first time he brought down the house. He did another great rendition of “Imagine” and, as much as it kills me to say this, deserves to win the whole thing.

I only hope he doesn’t commit career suicide by hiring Daddy as his manager. The smart contestants get a professional manager who helps them navigate their way to a  successful career. Not only is the guy a proven dirtball, but it NEVER works out. You know Daddy’s already quit his day job and started looking for beach houses.

Of course, in little Davey’s case, there’s always Daddy Lloyd Weber.

One final thought before they cover the little one with confetti. Did David Cook blow the whole thing because he wants to be the next Chris Daughtry? Hmm.