Everytime a Clooney speaks, an angel gets its wings.

People overcome with magnificent starpower often ask the most ridiculous questions.

I'm not going to lie, though; I love being a journalist because you get up close and personal with some of the coolest, most influential personalities in the world. Tonight, George Clooney and his dad, Nick, were on the bill. They were at the Newseum for a special showing of Good Night, and Good Luck. And upon inquiring about the rumored appearance, I accidentally got press passes.

Watching the duo on stage was straight up magical. The elder Clooney has a commanding voice and presence. His son has nearly the same voice, but a much more humble aura -- whenever he speaks, it's into his lap, occasionally making eye contact with the photogs, audience or his father.

Wit practically oozed from both of them.

After the movie and subsequent Q&A sesh, the audience rushed gently surrounded the stage. I ran down from the press box with Emily and finally gathered up the courage to jump on the stage myself. Having nothing better to ask either Clooney, Emily and I had already decided we were going to ask them for their Superbowl prediction, as part of the Scripps Howard News Service's annual celebrity Superbowl Poll.

We basically followed George backstage, but were rendered incapable of shouting demands at the illusive creature, which official-types were ushering to an unknown destination. You know you're famous when you can sign autographs and mingle while being shoved by a staff, who collectively doesn't make half of your income.

Witnessing it all was majestic, though. Two or three feet of air was all that separated us. We're pretty much married.

As if the Superbowl prediction wasn't vapid enough, though, some television reporter kept asking Nick Clooney the most idiotic questions. And then as he began to answer them, she'd interrupt. This came even after he had closed the show with a sentiment of how audiences would only receive the news and the television that they deserved.

If we continue to only care about celebrities and whether or not they wear underwear, he said, "we will go down into the dustpan of history as another empire lost."

Then the reporter asked about ER. And George. Like a proud papa, the elder responded happily.
But I felt like the overall message had somehow been lost. Even as I was preparing to ask about the biggest annual American sporting event, it seemed absolutely idiotic; As interns, we were there for fun. These people had stories and potential audiences and deadlines.

In the end, Emily and I got our prediction, complete with amazing quote. Mr. Clooney actually is a former Scripps Howard employee and engaged us in conversation like he'd known us for years. I shook his hand and he was whisked off.

Video and photos as soon as I upload.