Peter T. nailed it: this special was nothing but talking heads in cowboy hats, flatulently effusive in their self-congratulation. How could you prepare a two-hour special on the Opry and somehow neglect to include any music? The longest musical segment was ten seconds of Nixon playing "God Bless America," at the only venue where he could safely make a public appearance at the time. Way too much Pam Tillis and no Grandpa Jones. Did they mention that several stars of the Opry house band were summarily fired last year after decades of service, in an effort to bring the Opry sound in line with contemporary CMA-dictated musical styles? Marty Stuart sounded like the reverant young star, but he didn't mention calling the old guard "old farts" during a broadcast from the Opry last year. The old farts passed around a petition to kick him and his silly hair out of the Opry. He has since learned to genuflect. This show was better than the upcoming network Opry tribute will be (on Thanksgiving night, I believe) but it was still People magazine tripe.