Who else could it be? While I was certainly amused and a little surprised that he and Nicole went public so…publicly, I was even more disgusted by the sight of his shameless cheese backstage. The calculated chunky layers, the highlights just so, the super Hoff open shirt, the try-hard leather and earring combination, and those frickin’ dry thin lips. Yes, Cowtown – I’m talking to you. Is Keith Urban really the manly man, the ruggedly sexy, throw you up against a wall, piece of ass you want? Or is he much closer to poser than you’re willing to admit?