“The Great Gatsby” movie: Pretty good but too long. The most pretentious salesperson ever. And a deer jumps through a bus window

“The Great Gatsby” was one of my favorite books I ever read as a kid, and a few years ago I re-read it to see if it still held up in my mind as one of the best books I had the pleasure of reading.
Happily, it did. The terrific writing of F. Scott Fitzgerald, the drama with Nick Carroway and the Buchanans and the rich, mysterious fellow named Gatsby were just as fantastic as they were when I was a teenage.

I was worried that the new movie starring Leo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire wouldn’t live up to the book. And it doesn’t, exactly. But that’s a really high bar to set.

I saw the flick Saturday night and liked it quite a bit. Three stars, I would say. DiCaprio, who’s good in everything, was a bright, vibrant Gatsby, full of color and charm. Visually the movie was mesmerizing, the colors jumping off the screen and smacking you in the face, and I thought the supporting characters were well drawn and for the most part, pretty faithful to the book.

But the movie was at least a half-hour too long, and if you hadn’t read the book there’d be plenty in there that would leave you scratching your head (How Gatsby truthfully got all his millions is pretty muddled in the flick.)

Still, I had a good time and left the theater smiling that I got my money’s worth. Which is all you can ask for.

**So you may have seen this over the weekend; it’s a pretty remarkable piece of video. A white-tailed deer jumped through the roof of a moving bus in Johnstown, PA and was completely freaked out.

What’s amazing, and what made me at first think this was a fake, was that the deer didn’t seem to get hurt.

I dunno, I would think going through a windshield would’ve left some blood, but apparently not.

My favorite detail about this whole bizarre incident is this sentence: “The driver then stopped the bus and let the deer get out.”

Well sure, if he pushed the button asking for a stop, the driver had to stop.
Best bus-driver video since this scene (“You kept making the stops?”)

**Finally, a quick story about a really, really obnoxious salesperson. I don’t go clothes shopping much, so when I do, I like to buy lots of stuff so I don’t have to go shopping again for a while.
Last weekend my almost-wife and I realized we needed some shorts, bathing suits and shirts for our impending honeymoon, so off to one of the biggest malls on Long Island we went.
After hitting a few other stores, I wandered over to J. Crew, a store I love for many reasons, but mostly because they are just about the only brand of pants that fit me right. I’d say 80 percent of my pants I wear regularly are from J. Crew, even though they’re more expensive than they ought to be.

So anyway, I head into J. Crew and gather a few shorts in my arms and then go looking for pants. I need a nice pair of black pants, and I explain to the 20-something sales dude name Justin that I know it’s mid-May and everything, but do you have any black pants I could see?

He gives me a brief look of disdain and replies, “Yeah, we don’t really carry black pants much at all. See, J. Crew’s a real preppy store, and black is so not a preppy color, ya know?”

He paused, waiting perhaps for a nod of agreement from me. When I just stared at him blankly, he continued and made me hate him instantly.

“It’s like, black just isn’t something I’d wear when I went to Martha’s Vineyard, ya know? I just wouldn’t ever wear black like that.”

I stood there wondering if this was indeed the most pretentious salesperson I’d ever met, or if Justin was merely in the Top 10.

Believe it or not I DID find some black pants in the store, as apparently Justin hadn’t had time to burn them all or convince the higher-ups at the company how un-cool they were.

Ah, Justin. I really hope you and your pretentious friends have a wonderful time wearing white pants at the Vineyard this summer.

Good News Friday: Celebrities pay tribute to a dying 17-year-old. Jimmy Kimmel has fun with the Collins twins. And a homeless man’s dog gets saved.

A young man named Zach Sobiech, 17, was recently diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer called osteosarcoma, and doctors have told him he has only weeks to live.

Not exactly sounding like a Good News Friday story, I know. But stay with me. Zach’s a musician, and as he faced the end of his life way too quickly, he wrote a song called “Clouds” that became a bit of a hit on the Internet.
Now, a whole bunch of celebrities have decided to honor Zach in a meaningful, beautiful way: They’ve recorded his song in a YouTube video that has gotten even more play.

Please watch Brian Cranston, Sarah Silverman, Jason Mraz, Ed Helms and others maybe put a smile on the face of a dying teenager.
I watched it three times and smiled each time. Live your life as if each day is going to be the last.

**Next, as  you probably remember, NBA player Jason Collins made big news a few weeks ago when he became the first male professional athlete in a major team sport to admit he’s gay.

Collins has gotten a lot of attention since, and deservedly so, and he and his twin brother Jarron went on Jimmy Kimmel the other night and did a very funny interview (Click here for Part 2)

Kimmel got Jarron the above shirt so people can tell them apart from now on…

Again, it’s such a big step that Jason Collins has come out, and that people for the most part are not flipping out about it. We’ve come so far as a society in this area in just the last 20 years…

**Finally, we have some good news about a man and his dog. An L.A. area homeless man named Charles Gilliam was distraught over the serious illness suffered by his companion Big, an 11-year-old mixed retriever/terrier.
He had taken Big to a vet who told Gilliam that the dog had an inoperable brain tumor and should be put down.

Gilliam then went back to the streets and asked people for a donation to help save Big, and an animal rights activist got involved, and the story has a very, very happy ending.

Click here to read the details. Again, just a small bit of human kindness goes such a long way.

Angelina Jolie and celebrities who “get” it. Jimmy Connors: Still a jerk. And the very first episode of “Sesame Street” unearthed

I may be one of the six or seven straight males in the world who never found Angelina Jolie gorgeous.

Oh, I always knew she was beautiful, but I never got what the whole craze over how sexy and awesome and hot she was. To me, Eva Longoria or Nicole Kidman or Ashley Judd were infinitely more attractive.

So I never paid Jolie much attention when she just seemed like the latest in a long line of vapid movie stars, someone who would clearly fade away when her looks did.

But Angie has turned out to be so much more than a vapid movie star. She and her husband (some dude whose name I forget, Brad something or other) do excellent humanitarian work all over the world, and this week Jolie wrote a beautiful, moving essay in the New York Times revealing that she recently had a double mastectomy due to doctors finding she had an 87 percent chance of developing breast cancer.

Jolie came public not because she had to, but because she wanted to help other women who may be fearful of the disease.

“Life comes with many challenges,” she wrote. “The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of.”

Bravo to Jolie for “getting it,” and realizing that her celebrity affords her an enormous platform to do good.

**Jimmy Connors was known for a lot of things in his tennis career, but being a jerk was always one of them. Connors was mean to chair umpires, surly to other players, and overall just a bad dude.
There are numerous, numerous examples of this, and it’s quite clear that Connors still hasn’t learned any manners or tact. In his new autobiography that Jimbo is now hawking everywhere, he strongly, strongly implies that an impediment to his relationship with Chris Evert in the 1970s was her decision to have an abortion.

Connors writes he ”was perfectly happy to let nature take its course and accept responsibility for what was to come.” He bitterly writes to Evert in the book, “Well, thanks for letting me know. Since I don’t have a say in the matter, I guess I am just here to help.”

Connors never had the decency to tell Evert he was writing about this in his autobiography, and this was obviously a very private matter to the tennis legend. She angrily responded to Connors, but that hasn’t stopped him from talking about Evert in all the talk shows he’s been going on.

What an absolute schmuck Jimmy Connors continues to be.

**Finally today, in the middle of a post on Andrew Sullivan’s blog about how the name “Sesame Street” came to be, there was this fantastic clip of the very first episode of the show we all grew up on, which aired on November 10, 1969.

Here’s the opening scene (above); I always smile just hearing the theme song, don’t you? And I love the opening Bert and Ernie scene (starts at the 3:30 mark).

The Obama administration stomps on the First Amendment. A 10-year-old who’s seen way too much heartache. And if Facebook updated your real life

You know, for nearly five years now I’ve been telling myself that the Obama administration is light-years different from the horrendous era that preceded it  in the White House.
And in some ways, it is. But then I see something repulsive like this phone records seizure from one of the largest media organizations in America, and I get as repulsed as I was when Cheney and Bush were lying like Pinocchio on steroids.

If you aren’t familiar with what I’m talking about, a quick primer: Last May the Associated Press printed a story about a foiled terrorist plot, and had some super-secret sources providing details, very likely sources from inside the government.
This leak ticked off the Obama Justice Dept. something fierce, and to help expedite their investigation, they decided to secretly obtain phone records from last April and May of more than 20 separate telephone lines assigned to the AP and its journalists.
According to this story, “the records obtained by the Justice Department listed outgoing calls for the work and personal phone numbers of individual reporters, for general AP office numbers in New York, Washington and Hartford, Conn., and for the main number for the AP in the House of Representatives press gallery, according to attorneys for the AP.”

So to recap, the U.S. government, where last I checked the First Amendment was still being enforced, decided to secretly spy on one of the nation’s most trusted and important news organizations because it was unhappy with a story they printed.

A story, I might point out, that the AP actually held for a while, it says, because the government asked it to out of concerns for national security. But nope, that wasn’t enough; ole’ Eric Holder and Co. decided to trample on press freedom (something Obama speaks about often, and eloquently) and basically eavesdrop on reporter’s calls.
The ex-journalist in me is outraged. But the U.S. citizen in me is just disgusted that this administration that promised transparency and sunlight and respecting boundaries continues to run afoul of the law, and common decency, yet again.
Hilariously, the U.S. attorney general claims he had no idea about this while at the same time defending his dept’s practices.

Just an awful mess. Then there’s this IRS/Tea Party mess, as Jon Stewart eloquently talks about here, validating so many of the nutjob right-wing conspiracy theories.

When do we get the administration we were promised in 2008, Mr. President?

**Next, we’ve all used Facebook, and most of us get frustrated at the site’s constant changes and supposed “upgrades” to its site.
So this really cool video spoofs what it would look like if Facebook updated your life.
I laughed quite a bit.

**Finally, a beautiful and heartbreaking story about a 10-year-old New Orleans boy named Ka’Nard Allen, who in his brief life has been shot twice, and seen two relatives killed as well. Ka’Nard was injured in the Mother’s Day parade shootings in New Orleans (which got very little play in the mainstream media, probably because it didn’t involve missing white women), and he’s finding it really, really hard to be a kid.
Reporter Danielle Dreilinger does what great reporters do when dealing with a story like this: Get out of the way and just let the facts, and the boy, speak for himself.
A wonderful story that made me want to buy this kid some ice cream and give him a hug.

 

An African-American doctor shares his challenges, movingly. The Rangers dominate Game 7. And the crime boss who also does kids birthday parties.

 

One of the many things I love about NPR is the way they take large issues and tell great stories in small ways.

Recently the network asked listeners to contribute their stories to the “Race Card Project,” asking them  ”to think about their experiences, observations, triumphs, laments, theories or anthem about race or cultural identity. Then they take those thoughts and distill them down to one six-word sentence.”

Last week the network aired a fascinating story, off the six-word sentence by an African-American doctor named Gregory McGriff, who submitted this:

“55 mph means you black man.”

Now, that could be interpreted in many ways, but McGriff explains it’s not nearly as controversial as you might think. It’s all about going slower in everything he does, because as an African-American male he feels like he needs to.

Take a listen to this short radio story for a really interesting slice of life in America.

**The Rangers. I mean, wow. If you had told me what were 1,000 likely outcomes in Game 7 Wednesday against the Capitals, I never would’ve come up with “Rangers dominate, score five goals and Lundqvist pitches another shutout as Caps fans stream out of the arena in the 3rd period.”

But that’s what happened. In their best game of the year, my beloved Blueshirts destroyed Washington, actually scored a few goals, and the best goalie in the world pitched another shutout.

So proud of them. And they play the Bruins next, who completed an impossible comeback in Game 7 against Toronto, rallying from three goals down in the final 11 minutes and then scoring the game-winner in OT. (People of Toronto, I have a feeling there’s gonna be a whole lot of Molson’s being drunk in the next 24 hours. Just an all-time gut-punching loss.)

Rangers-Bruins. Pumped. I ask only that they not play a game on my wedding day; don’t want to have to make that choice, you know?

**Finally, this is my favorite story in a long, long time. And of course, it comes from the great state of Florida, the best weird news state in America.

In West Palm Beach, a man who was a major participant in a violent Central American gang was arrested two weeks ago after federal agents discovered he was in the country illegally.

But what makes the story great is what Dilbert E. Coreas did in his spare time when he wasn’t killing people or messing with drugs:  He ran “Itza Kidzworld Party Planning and Rental,” a business selling Bounce Houses and pony rides for children’s birthday parties.

I mean … I don’t even know where to start. First, did he ever confuse his two businesses on the phone? “OK, you want five kilos of cocaine and three ponies for that party? Oh, I got it, you wanted THREE kilos and five horsies, I gotcha.”

According to this story, Coreas’ Facebook page advertised $85 Bounce Houses, and $70 pony rides.

Mr. Coreas, I don’t care what kind of a drug kingpin you were; getting parents to fork over nearly a hundred bucks so tykes can bounce around for a few hours was your greatest act of robbery ever.

 

The Rangers survive to play another day. Fallon and Krasinski lip-synch the hits. The 11-year-old who filmed his school cafeteria.

I’m a little hoarse from screaming, and I wasn’t even at Madison Square Garden yesterday.
Yeah, Sunday afternoon’s New York Rangers-Washington Capitals Game 6 was a little stressful at my house.
Just about every game of this excruciatingly-close hockey series has been stressful; a bounce here or there and five of the six games played so far could’ve gone the other way.
Sunday was no different: Maddeningly, the Blueshirts that I’ve rooted for for 30 years still couldn’t score on the power play; as the saying goes, right now they couldn’t score in a whorehouse with a fistful of $20′s.
But at least they generated tons of chances, Rick Nash, who I have to hope is playing hurt otherwise he’s really, really shrinking from the spotlight, was terrific, and oh yeah, the Rangers have the best goalie in the world on their side.

There aren’t enough superlatives to describe Henrik Lundqvist; Sunday, he was the best player on the ice in an elimination game that the Rangers had to have.
In the final few minutes, I just felt confident he would stop every puck. He’s carried my team for at last six years and he’s carrying them now, and maybe, just maybe, he can carry them through to Game 7 tonight.

And so Monday will be a very, very long day for yours truly and the other Rangers fans, as we anxiously await the 8 p.m. puck drop. I truly don’t have a clue who’s going to win; I know Alex Ovechkin is due for a goal, and Caps goalie Braden Holtby can’t possibly keep playing this well (can he?), but I have no idea how the Rangers are going to win if they can’t score at least 2 goals.

Playoff hockey is the best. There were times Sunday during the thrilling Rangers-Caps game where I literally held my breath for what felt like minutes.

Game 7. The two best words in sports. Can’t wait.

**Haven’t written about a Jimmy Fallon skit in a while; not because they haven’t been funny, but nothing has come across my radar by the future “Tonight Show” host.
This, though, could not be ignored. “The Office”‘s John Krasinski and Fallon had an awesome and intense three-song Lip Sync-off on the show last week. To me, Fallon’s first song and Krasinski’s last are the best, but the whole thing is hilarious.

**Finally today, I just love this story, and not because I’ve seen some of what is served in New York City cafeterias. An 11-year-old boy named Zachary Maxwell was fed up with the lunch being offered in his elementary school cafeteria, and told his parents he wanted to bring lunch.

When they told him that the lunch displayed on the school website looked healthy and nutritious, Zachary took things to a new level. He secretly filmed footage of the cafeteria for six months, then with the help of his dad, cut it into a 30-minute movie that’s playing at the Manhattan Film Festival in June.

In the movie, Zachary shows that what’s advertised is very rarely what’s served they kids.

Here’s the trailer for his movie (above); this kid is like Michael Moore and Morgan Spurlock all rolled into one. I love him.

A paralyzed hockey player realizes a dream. The Dodgers’ Matt Kemp proves he’s a good guy. And a fantastic new ad about child abuse

Going to be nervous all day until 7:30, when the Rangers and Capitals play Game 5. Rangers really have to take this one if they want to win the series; awfully hard to win in Washington in a Game 7.

And a happy Good News Friday to you all, sorry for the missed blog post yesterday, life and pending wedding details pushed me off schedule a bit. (Planning a menu with a caterer is quite the experience, but that’s a post for another day.)

Let’s start Good News Friday with the tale of Jack Jablonski. Jack was a high school hockey player in Minnesota who tragically was paralyzed during a game in December, 2011 when he was accidentally hit from behind and driven into the boards.
He became a major celebrity in the hockey world, with donations pouring in to help with medical expenses, and the L.A. Kings even letting him hang out with the Stanley Cup.
This week the U.S. Hockey League, the top junior league in the U.S., held its draft. Jablonski sent out a joking tweet telling teams he was “eligible” to be taken.

That day, Jack Jablonski was chosen by the Chicago Steel in the last round.

It was a beautiful gesture by the Steel to Jablonski who faces a lifetime of difficult moments. He deserved this nice one.

**Next, this is one of the most incredible pieces of “advertising” I’ve ever seen. A child abuse prevention organization in Spain called ANAR Foundation, which stands for Aid to Children and Adolescents at Risk, has put together an amazing billboard that’s more technically advanced than any I’ve seen.
The billboard uses a lenticular device to change the message shown, so that adults at their eye level see a tagline saying “ Sometimes, child abuse is only visible to the child suffering it.”

But for people whose eye level below 4-feet-four inches (kids), there’s a picture of bruises on a child’s face, and a secret message appears that says “If somebody hurts you, phone us and we’ll help you,” and a phone number is listed.

Watch the video above for the ad; I was blown away that this kind of thing is possible.
I know it’s hard to classify a child abuse story as “good news,” but if just one kid sees this billboard and has the courage to tell the authorities about what’s happening, it’ll be great news.

**Finally, Matt Kemp of the L.A. Dodgers has always seemed like a good dude. But when he learned of a handicapped Dodgers fan sitting near the field at a recent game in San Diego, Kemp decided to take kindness to a new level.
He shook the fan’s hand, then gave him the shirt and glove off his back, literally.
Watch the beautiful moment here.

The incredible story of 3 rescued women in Cleveland, and a decade lost. Delivering beer by way of drones? Sure. And the N.C. drug buyer calls cops on dealer

I had so many thoughts Tuesday after devouring as much as I could about the miraculous escape and triumphant return to the rest of the world made by three kidnapped Cleveland women more than a decade ago.

My first thought was outrage; that three women could be chained up and tortured, raped and enduring God knows what else by three brothers for such a long time is just beyond despicable.
I was also confused, not wanting to believe that nobody saw Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus, and Michelle Knight for all those years, and that no one could’ve helped.
So many fascinating tenets of this story, and so many questions to answer: How were they held for so long? What was the motive of the sick bastards who did it? How did the women find the strength, and the courage, to survive for as long as they did? And can you imagine be a loved one of the three women, believing for so long that they were dead, only to see them again? Psychologically, what is that like?

And on a lighter note, can we get Charles Ramsey, the neighbor who heard Berry’s shouts, a reality show? This guy’s TV interview was fantastic; if you haven’t seen it, watch it above.
So many questions, so few answers right now. What I kept coming back to on Tuesday was this: Think about how much of their lives these women have missed, and how much of the world has passed them by while they were captured.
Birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings, all the regular stuff of life we take for granted all the time. Every day, for nearly a decade, they faced unimaginable horrors, and missed out on any good things at all in the world.

That they could survive with so little hope is just a miracle to me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=janur7RJwm0

**I know what you’ve been thinking lately: It’s just too hard to find beer delivery in your neighborhood. And we’ve got all that unused sky up above, simply being used to fly people back and forth.
What if we had manned drones deliver beer to people?
Believe it or not, that was a real conversation somewhere in the world in the past few months, because at the OppiKoppi Music Festival in South Africa this August, there will be an actual drone dropping beer to thirsty (and let’s face it, probably already drunk) music lovers.
Here’s how it works:  Cans of beer are loaded into the drone prior to taking off and each can is attached to a clear, plastic parachute. After the drone reaches the approximate location of the person that requested the beer (by using their Smartphone app, of course) in addition to the appropriate altitude to safely drop the brew, the drone releases the can.

Assuming the parachute opens correctly, the can safely glides to the ground into the hands of the thirsty festival attendee.  (Watch the demo video above)

I can’t decide if this the best or the worst thing ever. I mean, how lazy do you have to be to order your beer through aircraft.

As humorist Tom Bodette said on the episode of “Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me” when they talked about this, “So civilian use of military technology, this is the first thing they come up with?”

**Finally today, I can never get enough of these kinds of stories. A Wilmington, N.C. man (my old stomping grounds) called the police last week for a very good reason: An individual had failed to deliver the marijuana and cocaine he had bought and paid for.

According to this story, “in the 911 call, the caller, identified as Dave, claimed that he had met with his drug dealer and given him $80 in exchange for the drugs. The man who took the money then reportedly told Dave he would go get the drugs, and would meet him at the Scotchman gas station at Wilshire Boulevard and Kerr Avenue (my note: I know exactly where that is, it’s not a great neighborhood, shockingly), but he never showed up there.”

You know, we have so many problems in this country of ours, but if we can’t get drug dealers to honor their agreements with customers, we really have no hope of holding off China and India for world supremacy.

I urge you to listen to the 911 call here and get a nice big laugh.

Ruminating on marriage as my big day gets closer. A 7-month-old water skiier. And censorship at a high school paper: Always wrong

Rangers squeak out a 4-3 win Monday night, and I may or may not have spent the last 45 minutes of the game in the fetal position in front of the TV, clutching a pillow and shouting…

So while I was lying awake Sunday night, unable to sleep like a lot of nights, I started to really think about marriage.
Not just my impending marriage, which is less than a month away, but marriage in general, thanks to a throwaway comment made by my 8-year-old nephew last week.
My sister was explaining to him that his uncle was going to have a wedding soon, and that lots of people will be there and there’ll be food and dancing and all kinds of good stuff.

His response? “Aren’t they already married?”

He was completely serious, even though it made the grown-ups laugh. For all intents and purposes, my beautiful fiancee and I are married. We live together, we share some expenses, we spend nearly all of our free time with each other (what can I tell you, she thinks I’m fabulous and I tend to agree ) and we attend family functions as a pair.

So to his adolescent mind, we’re just like everyone else in the grown-up world he sees, people like my mom and stepfather, and dad and stepmother.

It got me thinking a little about why we go through the whole tradition of marriage. It’s clearly not just a piece of paper; it’s hugely symbolic, which is why the fight for gay equality has been so hard-fought and passionately battled on each side.

But what’s going to change after we say our “I Do’s?” We’re not going to love each other any less, or change our lifestyle much. She’ll change her name and become Mrs. Lewis, which I’m excited by, and maybe we link bank accounts and insurance policies and all that stuff.

But really, not much is going to change. Our lives and our relationship will be “official” to the rest of the world, but like the kid said, to me, I’m already basically married.

No real conclusions were drawn in my head thinking about this, just rambling I suppose. I just wonder if maybe we put too much symbolism into marriage, when really we should be worried about if the two people who promise to love, honor and respect each other really do.

I know in my case, I’m the luckiest man in the world, because that will never, ever be an issue.

**Next up today, a 7-month-old who’s already better at waterskiing than I will ever be. I want lessons from this baby…

**Finally today, censorship ought to be fought wherever it’s attempted, but it’s pretty disgusting when censorship looks like this. A high school’s journalism class in San Diego was ordered shut down by the school’s principal after the school newspaper committed a cardinal sin

What hideous act had the student journalists committed? They criticized the principal, that’s what.

Student credit, and the journalism program, for the award-winning paper at La Costa Canyon High School was ended after the students questioned in print principal Kyle Ruggles’ decision to fire the school’s athletics director.

Of course Ruggles denies the article critical of him had anything to do with his decision.

Sure. And if you believe that, I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you.

“The Americans’ ends on a really high note. A rough sports weekend for me. And a legless Marathon victim inspires.

It’s been a few days since it aired but I feel like I must blog about the season finale of the best new show since “Homeland.”

“The Americans” had its season finale Wednesday, and it was a fantastic end to an incredibly strong first season (Spoiler alert for season finale here, but people, you really should’ve watched by now if you’re a fan).

What this show did in bringing us inside the lives of two Russian spies living in the U.S. in 1981 was sensationally entertaining, thought-provoking, and at times, scary.
What I loved about the finale is that of course not everything was resolved, but there were enough loose threads that you can’t wait for Season 2.
I loved that Granny fought with Elizabeth for so much of the season, knows that Elizabeth tried to have her reassigned, yet she still feels protective of her when she learns Elizabeth may be wanting into an FBI trap.
I love that the Jennings’ daughter is finally getting curious as to what goes on in her parents’ basement.
I love that Nina came clean as a double-agent caught by the FBI and now confessing to the Russians, and we really don’t know what she’s going to do next (she says she’s going to try to turn FBI agent/her lover Stan into a KGB supporter, but I don’t see that happening.
I also loved that it looks like Elizabeth is going to live even after getting a gunshot wound to the stomach from Stan in Phillip and Elizabeth’s escape.

So many great storylines, so well written, and Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys are awesome as the protagonists.
If you’re not watching “The Americans,” I highly recommend catching up on episodes through OnDemand or the FX website.
It’s one of those shows that has a chance to be an all-time classic. The first season was that good.

**Here’s something that should inspire you. Jeff Bauman is one of the heroes of the Boston Marathon bombings. Bauman, if you remember, was the man who lost both of his legs in the explosion, but when he awoke in the hospital scrawled a note to police reading: “Bag, saw the guy, looked right at me.”

That may have been an important clue to police about how the bomb exploded; even if it wasn’t, it’s pretty sensational that even after his trauma, he was still trying to help.

Saturday night Bauman was a special guest of the Boston Bruins before their playoff game. Check out the chill bump-inducing video above (the good stuff starts at the 1-minute mark)

**Finally, it was another rough sports weekend for yours truly. Miserable performances by the Rangers and the Nets, but only one of them truly stunned me.
The Rangers, I sort of expected to struggle in this playoff series. It angers me that after four years under John Tortorella they still have no freaking clue how to run a power play. It angers me that they’re playing below their skill level against a team (Washington) that isn’t really that much better, yet looks 10 times better in the first two games. The Rangers have ONE goal in two games. ONE. You realize how hard that is to do against a goalie like Braden Holtby who’s not that good?
The Rangers aren’t dead, down 2-0 with Game 3 tonight, but they’re pretty close. I have zero confidence they’ll come back to win this series, but again, not really shocking that they’re in this spot.

The Nets, though… what a disgrace.  They’re at home Saturday night, in Game 7, against a Bulls team that’s missing two of its top four players (Luol Deng and Kirk Hinrich) and is on the road having lost its last two games in the series.
And the Brooklyn boys, with SO much to play for, with the intensity of the home crowd behind them … fell behind by 17 at the half and never completed a furious comeback.
Pathetic. No bloody excuse in the world to explain why the Bulls had so much more heart, so much more desire. Joakim Noah (above) destroyed all of the Nets inside players, and he’s playing hurt!
P.J. Carlesimo got fired as coach Sunday, but that’s not enough. This team needs a legit power forward, some better bench options, and they need a full season of a healthy Deron Williams (who was great in the playoffs).

What a waste of a first season in Brooklyn, to go out like that Saturday.