Connick's Body

Harry

As you may or may not recall, I always dug Harry Connick, Jr. All I keep hearing about is his triumphant Broadway turn in—Ah, screw that. All I keep hearing about is his triumphant upper body. If there are any sites online with pix of Harry’s jaw-dropping shirtless final act entrance in “The Pajama Game” someone please direct me to them because every reviewer thus far has felt it necessary to comment on his pecs. Really. It’s a little silly. For some reason, nothing gets the Broadway crowd more agitated than semi or full male nudity. “Love! Valour! Compassion!” sold thousands of tickets because of the nude buzz and in the past I would go see a show partially because of the buzz surrounding the nudity. Anyway, I need to see Harry’s new tits asap.