Oh, crap. No, wait…yay! Urmph. Such conflict. On one hand he’s an Oscar testament. Seriously, if there were a tabernacle built on the undulating viscera that is the Oscar Stage where many have fallen on a sword of awful jokes, rambunctious dance numbers, a whole oven full of pot brownies, and the lovemaking of Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin — that tabernacle would be Billy Crystal. The bad part of this is we’re kinda afraid of Billy telling jokes that were last funny in 1992. Something about pecan pie and white men’s overbites. Sheesh. This could be awful.