Hey, remember that cop comedy Andy Samberg is doing? The one that's coming to us on Fox? From the mighty brains of Parks and Recreation’s executive producers Mike Schur and Dan Goor? Well, now it's also got Andre Braugher, who's the kind of guy you could wake up in the middle of the night, blindfold, drop in a burlap sack, drive to an abandoned field, make act alongside only animatronic Chuck E. Cheese creatures, and still get a pitch-perfect "tough cop oozing professionalism" performance out of. Which means all signs here point to "slay."
The last time we checked in on Andy Samberg he'd just signed up for a low-risk, short-run BBC show called Cuckoo, and his Adam Sandler movie hadn't yet bombed. Meaning: It wasn't really clear yet how his post-SNL run was shaping up. These days, though, the picture is a bit clearer — and things are looking good! Deadline reports that Samberg has been cast in an untitled Fox comedy pilot from Mike Schur and Dan Goor, the Parks and Recreation executive producer duo. He'll play the lead detective of a diverse precinct on the edge of New York City (but, like, in a comical fashion, and not in a Darkness on the Edge of Town fashion?). This seems like a real juicy situation for Samberg: The Parks and Rec pedigree speaks for itself, but the clout of Fox — which, with New Girl and The Mindy Project, has a recent track record of supporting sharp comedies — means the show has true (as in, not in the NBC cult-style) hit potential.
We've already recapped Day 1 of Smacketology for you earlier this morning, but let's take another opportunity to address our reader feedback. Say what you will about the seedings, the individual matchups, the apparent and crazy-making oversights in our Field of 32, but our Wire bracket has certainly gotten you talking. (If by "talking," you mean "cyber-ululating with grief about outrageous miscarriages of tournament justice" and "@-replied death threats to everyone associated with Grantland in any discoverable capacity.") This was, of course, to be expected. The Wire's universe contained literally millions of characters (the show was nothing if not sprawling in its unparalleled dramatic scope), so narrowing that down to a mere thirty-and-two contestants was an impossible task, akin to keeping McNulty off the sauce, getting Bunk away from cigars, or separating Landsman from a suspiciously battered copy of Irish Lasses. We get it. The stats were juked.
