Monthly Archives: March 2015

The shame of Indiana’s new law, and how the 21st century outrage over it is a great thing. A man’s heroics on a first date put the rest of us to shame. And Muhammad Ali and Roger Ebert watch “Rocky II” in 1979.


It didn’t used to be this way, and for that, I’m glad.

I’m not talking about the bigotry and homophobia and outright, well, meanness of the new Indiana Religious Freedom Restoration Act.

Disgusting, prejudiced, homphobic laws have been passed by states and cities for as long as ‘Merica has been around, for hundreds of years.

What I’m talking about is the incredible firestorm of outrage that’s sprung up this week about Gov. Mike Pence’s law. The immediate denunciations on Twitter, Facebook, the local news, by so many, from all corners of the U.S. (that front page of the Indianapolis Star, above, is fantastic.)

I’m talking about governors banning travel from their state to Indiana. Professional sports organizations denouncing Indiana (hey, when NASCAR says your politics are too conservative, you know you’re pretty far afield of reality.) Legitimate columns and commentary being published saying the NCAA should move this weekend’s Final Four out of the state (a nice thought, but seriously, how in the world can you do that on a week’s notice? Would be totally unfair to the thousands of people attending)

Social media and the Internet have all made sure these despicable laws and this blatant bigotry aren’t just quietly passed and ignored; they are forced to endure blinding sunlight, and that sunlight is what brings change.

That sunlight has the ability to shame a state and its legislators, and force change. Because once corporations and sporting events threaten to leave a state and take their $$$ with them, that’s what forces change.

Religious “freedom” to discriminate very rarely trumps a huge economic hit in the eyes of politicians.

Again, I am not at all surprised Indiana’s right-wing legislators passed a bill like this. The Hobby Lobby Supreme Court case gave them an opening, legally, and now they’re jumping through it.

But the outrage is beautiful, and real, and it’s dead center of this debate. And that wouldn’t have happened 20 years ago.


**Next up, this has no major news value today, but the great Richard Deitsch sent it out on Twitter and I thought it was sensational. Roger Ebert, in 1979, sat down with Muhammad Ali and watched the Champ watch “Rocky II” for the first time.
Ali’s running commentary, how he talks about what the movie got right and wat it got wrong, the way Ebert weaves in the movie action … just sensational.

Ali’s the best.

**And finally today, we’ve all had good first dates, we’ve all had terrible first dates. But I don’t think too many of us could ever top the heroics of Tristan Gareau, a Canadian DJ who saved a man from a burning car on a recent first date.

Apparently Mr. Gareau and his date were driving home from their rendezvous when he spotted a car that had smashed into a condo.

Gareauopened the door and, after being blasted in the face with black smoke and hot air, found 65-year-old driver Steve Guy passed out at the wheel. As his foot was still on the gas, the vehicle’s wheels were continuing to spin.

Gareau, who weighs just 135 pounds, grabbed the older and 90-pound heavier man to haul him outside.

What a hero. Only problem is, what the hell is he going to do on the second date to impress the girl? Jump off a skyscraper?

Duke wins, Kentucky escapes, MSU stuns: An epic weekend sets up an epic Final Four. And Tom Hanks re-enacts scenes from every movie he’s ever made


I haven’t blogged much this year about one of my ultimate sporting passions, the Duke men’s basketball team, because I know 95 percent of you hate Duke and/or don’t care about them, and I do try to keep the blog interesting to as many people as possible, while fulfilling the No. 1 goal I had when I started this thing: Entertain myself.

But Sunday night was special, topping off a fantastic weekend of NCAA Tournament action, as good a quartet of Elite 8 games as I remember in 30 years of watching March Madness.

So I’m going to spend a few words here talking about my Duke Blue Devils, who advanced to the Final Four.

This isn’t the prettiest Duke team ever in terms of style, they have their moments when they drive you crazy because four of the eight players are freshmen, and there were definitely times this season when I seriously doubted they’d be good enough to get to the Sweet 16, much less the Final Four.

But Sunday night, against a really good Gonzaga team, Duke did it.  They made their 12th Final Four under the greatest coach of all time, Mike Krzyzewski. (John Wooden is the only other acceptable answer).

They did it without much offense from Jahlil Okafor, the man-child freshman center who’ll be the No. 1 pick in the NBA Draft next year. They did it with lockdown defense from their only key senior, Quinn Cook, who was so emotional after finally realizing a dream that he broke down (above) in tears when it finally came true.
They did it thanks to a sophomore who never gets any love, Matt Jones, hitting big shot after big shot, and freshman Justise Winslow, who was the least-heralded of the Big 3 freshman signees last year but was by far the best during the last two weeks.

I have no idea if Duke can win the national title; as a spoiled Duke fan, I just hope they make the Final Four every year; that’s the goal.

It’s been five years since they’ve been there. I’m really happy they’re back.

Some other thoughts from a fabulous hoops weekend:

— Michigan State is the only improbable Final Four team this year, and even though the Spartans struggled way more than usual, you can’t be too surprised they’re here. Because they’re coached by Tom Izzo, a legend in his profession. This is by far his least-talented Final Four team, but man oh man, did they claw and scratch their way to two wins this weekend. Tremendous.

— The Kentucky-Notre Dame game. I mean… wow. What a sensational game. When the brackets came out I picked Notre Dame to peat the Wildcats in this round, partly because I believed they really could, and partly because I didn’t want to be like “the herd” picking Kentucky to go all the way.
And for 99 percent of the game, Notre Dame played perfectly. They shot well, defended everyone but Karl-Anthony Towns well (that guy is a beast, and impossible to stop in the low post), and with three minutes to go had the lead and the Kentucky fans were pooping in their pants about their perfect season going up in flames.

And then, the Irish just couldn’t finish. They took some ill-advised shots the last 3 possessions, UK made a couple foul shots with six seconds left, and it was over.
Incredibly dramatic, wonderful game, though.

**This has nothing to do with basketball but everything to do with the NCAA Tournament: I am so freaking sick of those Buick commercials. Dear Buick: I don’t care how many times you make me watch those ads, I’m not buying a Buick. (And as a Twitter follower of mine pointed out: Why the hell does that couple in the beginning have binoculars in their kitchen? Do they spy on their neighbors? Are they anti-Buick spies? Just general voyeurs? I’m brimming with questions).

– Wisconsin is so much fun to watch play, aren’t they? So well-coached, Sam Dekker and Frank Kaminsky are tremendous (though Kaminsky flops way too much), and they just share the ball beautifully. I think they beat Kentucky on Saturday.

— So we’ve got maybe the four best head coaches in the sport going head to head at the Final Four, with a perfect season on the line, two legendary blue-blood programs, and absolutely anyone could win the whole thing.

— And there are some people who think the NBA is better than college basketball. Insane.

**Finally today, I don’t really have much interest in checking out James Corden’s new late night show after Letterman; not really familiar with Corden, not awake watching TV at that hour, etc.

But if this skit he pulled the first week of his show is any indication of what’s to come, I’m excited. He and Mr. Tom Hanks spent six minutes re-creating scenes from every Hanks movie ever made. Pretty hilarious, and it gets better as it goes along (the “Sleepless in Seattle” one is my favorite.)

The latest installment of the Daddy Chronicles, featuring a mostly-crawling 6-month old; Dean Smith’s final gift a great one, and the crying Villanova piccolo player gets on Fallon


It’s been a little while since I’ve written about my little guy, and as every day goes by he changes just a little bit.

It really is amazing that he’s almost 7 months old now; it feels like last week my wife and I took him home from the hospital, looked at each other and said “OK, what do we do now?”

Some thoughts from my Stay-At-Home Daddy brain lately:

— While my boy is not full-on crawling yet, he’s pretty damn close. He’s been Army crawling for a few weeks now, and I recently got a very important lesson about how mobile he’s getting. I put him down on his mat one morning, then went to go brush my teeth.

I come out 90 seconds later and he’s all the way near our kitchen table, a good 10 feet from where I left him. I came out and said “Hey!” and he just looked at me like, “What? I’m crawling here!)
My first thought? “How in the heck did he get that far that fast?” My second thought was: Yeah, I need to take him with me everywhere in the apartment unless he’s strapped in somewhere.”

— As you can surmise from the photo above, we’ve started solid foods with him in the past 2 weeks. It’s been fascinating to me how one night he loves the rice cereal/breastmilk combo, then the next night, meh, it’s not for him. I tried explaining to him that it’s the exact same food he loved last night, but for some reason he didn’t get it.

— Had a scheduled playdate with another baby on Tuesday (and his Dad, obviously the baby’s not scheduling his own stuff yet).
It got cancelled on us at the last minute. And I was suddenly feeling like I was single again and got stood up by a girl while I was at the movie theater, having already bought the tickets and the popcorn.

Am I weird for feeling like that?

— My boy’s new favorite thing? When Daddy hoists him up in the air and says “Whee!” Brings a smile every time (and with him being 16 pounds now, a great arm workout for me).

— Finally, it’s amazing how he looks different, older or  younger, depending on what outfits he’s wearing. I wish that were still true for grown-ups.


**Next up, the late, great Dean Smith continues to have a huge impact on the lives of those he coached, and so many more.

But with his will recently being read and executed, we’ve learned he made one final, heartfelt gesture to all those who played for him.

According to Smith’s will, he bequeathed a $200 check be sent to every letterman he coached at University of North Carolina, so they can “enjoy a dinner out compliments of Coach Dean Smith.”

Two hundred bucks, times 184 players Smith coached over 36 years, adds up to about $36,000.
What a class act Dean was, even in death.

**Finally today, I loved this story so much, because it shows the power of the Internet, and a mensch of a talk-show host, to do good.
Saturday night, top-seeded Villanova was upset by North Carolina State in the NCAA Tournament. In the game’s final moments, as they always do in these situations, the TV cameras scanned the Villanova fans, cheerleaders and band, looking for distraught faces to broadcast to millions.

And of course, the cameras stopped on Roxanne Chalifoux, a Villanova piccolo player, tears streaming down her face while she valiantly plays on.

Instantly, it became a viral sensation on Twitter and Facebook, and poor Roxanne was embarrassed, though most of the jokes I saw weren’t mean-spirited.

Well, Jimmy Fallon’s producers saw the famous clip, and invited Roxanne to sit in with The Roots on Monday, and also gave her tickets to see her favorite star, Taylor Swift.

Just a very cool, classy move all around (also watch the above clip for an awesome meme starring Roxanne and Joe Biden.)


Pre-school for adults? Brooklyn says, why not? An awesome commercial showing the importance of paper. And the coolest (or creepiest) baseball uniform of the year


We’re still a couple of years away from needing to look at preschools for our 6-month old, although here in NYC they tell you (not jokingly) that as soon as you find out you’re having a baby, get on a preschool list.

Still, maybe instead of looking for a preschool for my boy, I should enroll myself. That’s the seemingly-insane idea behind the Brooklyn-based Preschool Mastermind, which is a preschool program for adults.

I’m not making this up. According to the founder of Preschool Mastermind, there’s show-and-tell, arts-and-crafts such as finger paint, games (think musical chairs) and even naps.

I realized all the implications of what we learn in preschool,” said founder Michelle Joni, who said she went to school for childhood education and always wanted to be a preschool teacher. “People come here and get in touch with their inner child. It’s magical.”

According to this article, this preschool class ain’t cheap; Payment for the class is on a sliding scale ranging from $333 to $999 (can you get a finger-painting scholarship that would reduce costs?).

Joni said that “preschool is all about choice. I want them [the students] to feel good about the choice they’re making.”

This is just about the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard, but hey, there’s a sucker born every minute. Still, I’m brimming with questions, such as:

— Do these adults’ 2-year-old children pick them up in their strollers at the end of the day, or are they driving the family station wagon already?

— Does the school have extra-large napping mats for really tall grown-ups?

— Do the students in this class use sippy cups, or are they allowed real paper cups?

— And most importantly, who does the diaper changes for the students?

**Next up, my fabulous mother-in-law sent me this the other day, knowing what a worshipper I am of newspapers and, really, the written word.

It’s a commercial that’s actually a couple of years old but is making the Internet rounds this week; it’s from a French company and the tagline is “Paper is Not Dead.”

Pretty funny….


**Finally today, minor-league baseball promotions always make me laugh, often make me cringe in the “what the hell were they thinking” kind of way, and are rarely boring.

So even though I’m not sure what to think about this, I applaud the effort. The Jackson Generals, a Tennessee-based affiliate of the Seattle Mariners, are holding “Wizard of Oz Night” on May 15, with uniforms that have never before been seen.

I can’t wait till the players check out how they look in pigtails.

I hope they go all out with this promotion, by the way; the path from 3rd base to home ought to be painted with yellow bricks, maybe the umpires all dress up in tin or lion outfits, you know, the whole shebang.

Or heck, just make the umpire dress up like the Wicked Witch, that’s good typecasting!

Duke cruises, Nova and Virginia crash out of the NCAA Tournament, and Izzo is a wizard. And the “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” calls C-SPAN


Whew. My eyes are tired and my brain is on overdrive. Four days of NCAA Tournament viewing can do that to you.

But I’m happy, of course. Gloriously happy, that my Duke Blue Devils avoided the upset bug that has plagued them the last few years, and put on a dominating performance Sunday, beating San Diego State by 19.

It was a rare, nice enjoyable and relaxing Duke win for yours truly. Justise Winslow was sensational; he’s the whole key to this team this year. When he’s engaged and making plays in the first couple minutes of the game, they win. When he’s passive and making silly turnovers and being lazy on defense, they lose.

It’s strange because he’s probably the third best player on the team, but he’s definitely the most important.  Great to see the whole team play defense, too, which doesn’t happen often.

Some more March Madness thoughts from a pretty fabulous weekend:

— Tom Izzo and Michigan State. Man, he’s an incredible coach. That game with UVA Sunday was rough on the eyes; tons of fouls, missed free throws, and not many pretty baskets. But this is not that good of a Spartans team, and he’s got them in the Sweet 16 again. Incredible coaching job. For Virginia, just an awful result, to have such a great season end like this. They just couldn’t score at all Sunday, and missed a bunch of free throws, too.

— Not surprised at all to see North Carolina State beat Villanova Saturday night. The Wolfpack have been great and terrible all year, and their “best” is as good as anyone in the country. They’ve got a fabulous backcourt, excellent rebounders, and a pretty good coach in Mark Gottfried.
Now, that said, I wouldn’t be surprised if they lost by 20 in the Sweet 16. They’re just that erratic.

— It’s so great being a fan of this Tournament in 2015, technology-wise. Saturday night, the wife was at a concert, I put the little guy to bed at 8, then had a laptop, an iPad, and my TV on three different games, while toggling over to the Rangers game when one was at halftime. Sure it probably fried my brain a little but it was worth it.

— That UNC-Arkansas game was all kinds of fun to watch. After seeing so many slow-it-down, grind-it-out games in the 50s and 60s, that one was wild. Fast-paced, shooting every chance they got, high-flying, man it was fun. I’m not saying every game should be like that in the Tournament, but we could sure use a few more teams playing that style.

— Hell of a win for Notre Dame Saturday night, out-battling Butler. No points for the last 4 minutes of regulation, but that was old school Indiana basketball. And my man Mike Brey, coaching with a heavy heart after his Mom died earlier in the day. That had to be very tough to do.

— Sorry to see Georgia State and their coach who made a stool famous, Ron Hunter, lose on Saturday. But what a beautiful postgame opening statement he gave about his team, and about coaching his son for the last time. So emotional, so touching… you can tell how much this means to him. Really special.

— Kansas refused for decades to play Wichita State, as the Jayhawks coaches figured there was nothing to be gained (win, and you’re supposed to beat the smaller school in your state; lose and it’s humiliating) but one of the beautiful things about the NCAA Tournament is it sometimes forces  you to do things you don’t want to do.
So we got a Wichita State-KU matchup Sunday, and no big surprise, but the “little school” kicked the big school’s butt. The Shockers have been legit good for years, and dominated Kansas in the second half.
Moral of the story: Play the schools in your state, it’s wimpy not to.

— Some super matchups on tap for the Sweet 16: Notre Dame-Wichita State should be terrific. Wisconsin-Carolina is a total contrast in styles. Arizona-Xavier will be a great game. And can Michigan State keep its roll going against a really strong Oklahoma team?
Can’t wait till Thursday  night.

**Finally today, this made me laugh really hard, and if you remember early 1990s television, you’ll laugh to.

“The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” had a memorable opening credits sequence, with Will Smith doing a song/voiceover of how a kid from inner-city Philadelphia hit the jackpot, moving to Bel Air to live with his aunt and uncle.

Well, apparently a C-Span caller named Jack from California remembered it too, and he called in and, well, this is perfect…

A waitress gets a huge tip for a good reason. NFL star Jared Allen builds houses for veterans. And the Madness has begun, as Ga. State and UAB shock the world


And a Happy Friday to you all! I’ve two legitimate “good news” stories today and then a few hundred words about the first day of the NCAA Tournament, because let’s face it, I love that thing so much it’s impossible for me not to write about it.

First up, though, this story went viral this week and it’s in a familiar vein I’m sure you’ve heard of: Waitress gets obscenely large tip for a really sweet reason.

Not sure I’ve seen one like this before: A waitress in Tennessee named Claire Hudson working her shift at a local burger place when, after a couple left, she noticed she’d received a $36 tip on a $30 food order.

She didn’t have a chance to catch the couple and thank them, but they left a note that read:

“Today is my brother’s b-day,” it said, written behind the credit card receipt. “He would have been 36 today. Every year I go eat his favorite meal (hot dogs) and tip the waitress his age. Happy B-day Wes.”

“I was in tears when I read it,” Hudson said. “I had to go in the back of the restaurant and compose myself before I went out to my other tables.”

Very cool.

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**Next up, another tale of an NFL player doing tremendous work off the field. Jared Allen, a longtime defensive end for K.C., Minnesota and Chicago, has been helping wounded service men and women get home from overseas tours by finding corporate partners to build housing for injured soldiers.

The charity is called “Jared Allen’s Homes for Wounded Warriors,” and it’s a tremendously needed and heartfelt effort.

They’ve built seven homes so far, with the last one being opened about a week ago.

They just opened a home in Arizona for Army Ranger Cory Remsburg, who lost part of his skull in Afghanistan.

I loved this quote Allen gave to Sports Illustrated’s Peter King:

“Home should be the most secure spot in your life, where you can feel comfortable at your most vulnerable time. I come from a long line of people who served their country. My little brother does now. And I just got to thinking a few years ago, ‘Well, I’m not going to carry a gun in service to my country, but I’ve got to do something.’ I decided to try to help those who laid their lives on the line so people like you and me could live their lives in peace back home.”

Jared Allen, a real mensch.

**Finally today, well that didn’t take long, huh? The huge upsets started early at the NCAA Tournament, and in a not-unusual occurence, your humble blogger, who watches a ton of college basketball every year, lost one of his Final Four teams on the first day (Damn you, Iowa State, and your inability to win at a slow tempo.)

That was an INCREDIBLE day of hoops, one of the best ever. Five games (5!) decided by 1 point, with N.C. State’s the most improbable (B.J. Anya with a sky-hook?) but almost every game going down to the wire.

In the afternoon, within an hour of each other, University of Alabama-Birmingham turned back Iowa State, and then Georgia State pulled an even bigger shocker, beating Baylor.
It was the first time two No. 14 seeds had ever knocked off No. 3 seeds in the same Tournament, but the most awesome thing that happened Thursday was Georgia State coach Ron Hunter, falling off his stool in celebration when his son R.J. hit the game-winning shot.

I’ve watched that 30 times and it’s still fantastic; Coach Hunter was sitting on a stool because he tore his Achilles tendon celebrating the Panthers’ Tournament-clinching win in their conference tourney last week.

It’s such a great story; a coach, his star player son, and one shining moment they’ll have for the rest of their lives.

Sure, the upsets blew my bracket to smithereens, but who cares? Ron and R.J. Hunter are what the NCAA Tournament is all about.

“I hate Christian Laettner” movie will get you ready for the Madness. A pediatrician wisely chooses pot over alcohol. And fencing on ice skates? Sure


He was tall, white, cocky and good. And he played for Duke, a school which a lot of people hated already.

Christian Laettner came straight out of Central Casting, arriving at Duke in 1988 and proceeding to have one of the 5 or 6 greatest careers in the history of college basketball. He led the Blue Devils to four Final Fours, two national titles, and pretty much cemented Duke’s place in my heart forever (I truly fell in love with Duke watching the 1986 Tommy Amaker-Johnny Dawkins team, but the Laettner-era Devils made that love permanent.)

Laettner also, of course, was maybe the most hated player in college basketball history, and ESPN’s new 30 for 30 movie, “I Hate Christian Laettner” does a fabulous job showing why.

Overcoming the pretty tedious narration by a badly miscast Rob Lowe (though he, too, was a pretty boy who some hated), the movie does a great job dispelling some Laettner myths (people thought he was a rich preppy as a kid, but he actually came from a solidly middle-class background and a tough Buffalo neighborhood), and showing the confluence of factors that led to so much Laettner hate (and truly, if the Internet and social media were around back then, my God, it would’ve been so much worse).

The fact that Laettner participates in the movie and admits to many of his failings (yes, he admits it was pretty stupid to stomp on that Kentucky player in the 1992 Elite 8 game) makes it even stronger, and the variety of voices the film features really make it come alive. (Kind of surprised they delved into the Laettner-is-gay rumor that was a big deal back then, but it was really interesting).

Look, Laettner was tough to take even for us Duke fans sometimes, but the guy was an incredible winner, and motivator to his teammates.

He is still the forefather and No. 1 public face of Duke hate, easily surpassing those who came after him like Shane Battier and J.J. Redick.

Kentucky fans still wear shirts that say “I Still Hate Christian Laettner,” but after watching this movie, I’d bet they hate him just a little less. He’s a three-dimensional human being, as the film shows, not so easy to caricature once you hear him talk.

And if it was possible, this movie fired me up even more for March Madness (For the record, my Final 4 picks are Satan’s Team (I mean Kentucky), Wisconsin, Virginia and Iowa State (not Duke), with Wisconsin winning it all.


**Next up, my best friend and I have been making the argument to our friends and anyone who would listen for the past 20 years that it’s insane marijuana is so criminalized and looked down upon in our society, yet alcohol, the far, far more dangerous drug, is glorified and held up as practically an American birthright for citizens.

As everyone on the pro-pot legalization side knows, that view that so many millions have, that alcohol’s OK but pot is the devil’s work, there are no facts whatsoever to back up that assertion.

Well, very slowly, the worm is turning, and I think it was a pretty big deal when a respected pediatrician named Aaron Carroll wrote this essay for the New York Times this week plainly laying out that if he had to choose which was less dangerous, weed is clearly the answer.

He uses stats like:

— Every year more than 1,800 college students die from alcohol-related accidents. About 600,000 are injured while under alcohol’s influence, almost 700,000 are assaulted, and almost 100,000 are sexually assaulted. About 400,000 have unprotected sex, and 100,000 are too drunk to know if they consented. The numbers for pot aren’t even in the same league.

— While 9 percent of pot users eventually become dependent, more than 20 percent of alcohol users do.

— Marijuana kills almost no one. It doesn’t make you violent, you don’t “OD” on it, and it rarely if ever leads to death.

It’s really an illuminating article, one to think about the next time you see 8 million beer commercials on TV.

**Finally today, I love watching a minute or two of sports I think have no business existing, or trying to figure out why they exist.

So I five you a clip of Flash Fencing Ottawa, a fencing club in Canada, with two guys named Jacque l’Acadien LeBlanc and Jay Tompkins, going at it while on ice skates on a frozen pond.

Because, I guess, fencing isn’t challenging enough on land, it seems like fun to do on skates?


Everybody into the pool! I give you tips on the 2015 NCAA Tournament bracket. And a pretty awesome wedding proposal that took a year to create

North Carolina v Duke

It’s the most wonderful time, of the year…

Come on everybody, sing it with me!

Screw Christmas or the Fourth of July, for diehard hoopheads like me, Sunday was the glorious first day of March Madness, three weeks of non-stop college basketball that will leave me smiling from ear to ear and working that remote as feverishly as a teenager playing “Call of Duty.”

Selection Sunday was great, as usual, my Duke boys got the No. 1 seed they deserved, and the selection committee screwed up enough to have plenty of people outraged (Dayton barely gets in, and UCLA and Texas get in over Temple? That makes zero sense).

As usual here on the blog, I’m going to break down some of the early-round games and tell you which upsets I think you should pick, to give you the best shot at winning our office pool. Sure, I don’t get them all right, but last year I told you Harvard and North Dakota State would both score huge upsets, and they did! (Click here for proof of my Nostradamus-like forecast).

Some quick-hit thoughts to help you smash Ted from accounting:

First-round upsets you should definitely pick:  No. 12 Buffalo over No. 5 West Virginia (Bobby Hurley’s Buffalo team is really good, and Bob Huggins-coached teams rarely do well in the Tournament); No. 12 Stephen F. Austin over No. 5 Utah (Utes are sliding and playing terribly at the end of the year), No. 13 UC-Irvine over No. 4 Louisville (Louisville is very erratic and the Anteaters are for real).

First-round upsets that wouldn’t stun me but I’m not willing to pick: Harvard over UNC (oh man would I love to see Dukie Tommy Amaker and Harvard beat the Heels), Eastern Washington over Georgetown.

Sleepers to watch (lower-seeded teams that could go much further than anticipated:): No. 7 Michigan State (Izzo in March, need I say more?), No. 11 Dayton, No. 7 Wichita State.

Second-round matchups that would be awesome: Wichita State vs. Kansas (big brother vs. little brother in the state; KU refuses to play Wichita State); Gonzaga-Davidson (Davidson will absolutely give them a game, they play tough teams every year); Michigan State-Virginia (rematch of last year’s terrific Sweet 16 game; MSU’s not as good as last year and UVA is better, but Spartans are playing great right now and UVA’s limping in).

Is there any way Kentucky loses before the Final Four? Not really. In my heart I’d like to say Notre Dame and Maryland could knock them out, but the Wildcats got a pretty cake draw.

Can’t give you my Final Four picks yet because I haven’t studied the bracket enough. But Kentucky’s gonna be there. They’re not winning the title, but they’re at least making the Final 4.

Good luck in your pool; I’ll spend the next three days worrying about Robert Morris or North Florida (one of whom will be Duke’s first-round opponent. Hey, don’t laugh, my boys lost to Mercer last year and Lehigh two years before that; anything can happen.)

And that’s why I love March Madness so damn much: Because anything can happen. Maybe this is finally the year a 16 beats a 1 (Lafayette over Villanova, anyone?). Maybe some kid we’ve never heard of becomes instantly famous for a last-second shot.

Anything can happen. Can’t wait till Thursday.

**Finally today, I thought all of the unique marriage proposals in the world had been used up, but this guy’s was pretty great.

It takes a couple minutes to get going (you can skip to 2:30 and not miss much), but once it does I find it really sweet and charming.

And of course, she said yes…

Good News Friday: A high school hoops team tells its fans to root for the other team, in an awesome gesture. A Chicago Blackhawk makes a blind girl’s dream come true. And stop the presses: I say nice things about a U. of Kentucky basketball player

And a Happy Friday to you all, it’s my favorite sports time of year, March Madness is around the corner, with Selection Sunday a mere two days away! Truly, our cup runneth over with good news this week; besides the three stories below, check out this awesome 12-year-old kid hitting a lob winner over Roger Federer at an exhibition match at MSG this week, and check out Virginia Tech coach Buzz Williams stop addressing his team during a tense moment of Wednesday night’s ACC Tournament game to help a young fan with her shooting form as she took place in a contest on the court.

Not too many coaches would do that.

With it being Tournament time at all, I’ve got 2 hoops-related items today. First, this has nothing to do with big-time athletics but it was so fantastic. CBS Sunday Morning profiled the Gainesville (Texas) Tornadoes, a team of high-school boys who live in a juvenile detention center.

They hardly ever get even one or two fans at their games, and when one of their opponents, Vanguard College Prep in Waco, Texas, heard that Gainesville was coming to play them, they came up with a heartwarming and wonderful idea: They told their fans to root for Gainesville.

Watch this fabulous short video story from Lee Cowan. Those troubled kids from Gainesville, who obviously have a lot going against them right now, get one wonderful memory.

**Next up, the NHL, and the Chicago Blackhawks in particular, seem to do a lot of this beautiful, heartwarming stuff, and I always enjoy highlighting it, because hockey still doesn’t get enough love in this country.

Duncan Keith, an all-star defenseman, took part with his teammates in a “What’s your Goal” campaign, helping out disadvantaged youngsters and giving them a few smiles.

Keith met Cammy, who was born without the ability to walk or speak, but is a huge fan of the Blackhawks. Her dream was to score a goal with Keith making the assist, and, well, just watch.

I say it all the time: It takes so little for athletes to give kids a lifetime memory.


**And finally, a few positive words about the University of Kentucky basketball team, a group I generally have only loathing for.

As a big Duke fan I’ve hated Kentucky for many years (their fans are the most obnoxious on the planet, and yes I realize as a Duke fan I have little credibility saying that to many of you), and when John (Satan’s Helper) Calipari took over their program, my hatred for “Big Blue Nation” went to a whole new level.

Cal is as dirty and slimy as they come, but he seems to recruit a bunch of high-character kids, like Anthony Davis, Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, and now Marcus Lee.

Lee is not one of the superstars on the currently-undefeated Wildcats squad, but he’s a superstar in the hearts of all the sick kids he’s helped. Check out this great story from the Louisville Courier-Journal on what a kind-hearted kid Lee is, and how he wants zero publicity for his kind gestures.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were doing these things?” Lee remembers Calipari asking him. “And my first reply was, ‘What do you mean?’ I thought it was just a natural thing to help people, and I didn’t think it was a big thing to tell anybody.”

Great kid.

Minor league baseball food looks awesome this year. Hillary Clinton once again can’t get out of her own way. And Revis returns + Rangers win: A pretty damn good Tuesday


Ah, so much news today, so little time with a 6-month old who has lately refused to nap (seriously, it’s like a form of civil disobedience with this kid)… no time to fully get into the rest of the insane NFL day (Jimmy Graham traded to Seattle? Yeah, because that team needs help), the fast expulsion and national humiliation of those racist Oklahoma frat boys (hey kids, wanna avoid being a national joke? Don’t be a racist), and the GOP letter-to-Iran-insanity (it is seriously hard to believe how much the GOP Senate is trying to fuck up foreign policy; I mean, Obama is still the President, right? I didn’t miss a coup or something? Can you imagine if the Dems wrote a letter to Iraq in the early 2000s opposing Bush’s plans? The mind boggles, it really does.)

I really can’t wait to see what the GOP Congress does next. Can they bring back the Obama birth certificate controversy?

So the weather is finally warming up here in the Northeast, and I can almost envision spring coming soon.

Which of course means baseball, and specifically, minor league baseball, and more specifically, the time of year when minor league teams introduce their awesome new gastronomic creations for their concession stands.

I write about minor league baseball food once in a while because I find it hilarious what people will eat if you cook it at a sporting event; for some reason all rules of stomach and mouth ingestion go out the window when there’s a game going on.

My favorite new food of 2015 (and it’s early yet, still plenty of time for other contestants) comes from the Wisconsin Timbers, a Class A team. In addition to unveiling a grilled cheese bacon cheeseburger, they’re rolling out in 2015 a funnel cake bacon cheeseburger (above). (The grilled cheese bacon cheeseburger can be found here).

No word yet if buying the funnel cake bacon cheeseburger comes with a free appointment to a cardiologist, or at least a free ride in an ambulance while you have your heart attack.

Not to be outdone, at Indiana University baseball games this spring one could buy a Triple Play Burger, which is 3 burgers, 3 slices of cheddar cheese, and nine (NINE?) slices of bacon.

That is altogether completely disgusting and totally awesome.


**Next up, Hillary.
Hillary, Hillary, Hillary, Hillary, Hillary. It comes as no secret to my friends and family that I don’t trust Hillary Clinton, I don’t want to be forced into voting for her for President, and I believe she and her husband are as slimy political animals as we have.
And before you say it, it has nothing to do with her being a woman. I don’t want her as President because I think she makes up her own version of the truth sometimes, mostly when she’s running for office.

With an overwhelming lead over any possible Democratic opponent in 2016, with as huge an air of inevitability about the nomination as any politician in my lifetime, she is still managing to create landmines for herself, while being awfully “creative” with her maneuvering.

I watched a little bit of her press conference Tuesday over “EmailGate,” and read what she said in the rest. The idea that “she didn’t want to carry two devices” is ridiculous, and is well-deconstructed by the excellent writer, and my friend, Pierre Tristam here. As always with the Clintons, the truth is elastic, and hard to pin down.
Hillary dodges, she obfuscates, and she leaves you feeling like you’re never getting the whole story.
I know she’s going to get the Democratic nomination, and I know I’m going to vote for her over whatever GOP candidate survives their primary bloodbath.

But I shall do it begrudgingly, with my nose held. I saw the campaign she ran in ’08, and what she’s already started doing now.
And I just do not trust her.


**Finally, couple quick thoughts on some huge New York sports news Tuesday: The Rangers beat the Islanders in maybe their last battle ever at Nassau Coliseum, which made me happy, and my beloved New York Jets did the impossible: they stole Darrelle Revis back, using a shitload of money to do it.

My take on Revis: The Jets had to overpay do it, because their secondary was historically awful last year. Revis may be the best defensive player the Jets have ever had.
Also, Revis is an enormously greedy individual who I don’t blame one bit for it, since NFL careers are so short and you’ve got to earn what you can, although I guess now Darrelle will conveniently “forget” about all those nasty things he said about the Jets and owner Woody Johnson last year.

And finally, every Jet fan is happy he’s not in New England. But the Jets still don’t have a QB, so, you know, there’s that.