And a Happy Friday to you out there in Internet-land. Thanksgiving is coming, the leaves have turned, the New York Rangers are the best team in hockey (well OK maybe not the best but I’m still pretty damn excited at their 13-4 start!), and we still have 64 more days of a sane human being President of the United States. (Check out this amazing article by the New Yorker’s David Remnick on Obama, pre and post-election thoughts.) So sure, I’m in a good mood.
We start Good News Friday with Shaquille O’Neal, who knows how to have a good time and poke fun at himself as much as any athlete I’ve ever seen. Shaq is a giant teddy bear, he’s got a great personality, and he does goofy stuff like this (My favorite Shaq quote may be the time he coached a friend’s kid’s youth hockey game and told them pregame, “Fellas, I don’t know much about hockey, but the fourth quarter is ours!”)
My latest favorite Shaq moment was this: One of Shaq’s business partners invited him to his son’s Jewish wedding last week, and of course at every Jewish wedding there’s a hora dance, and so of course Shaq joined in.
If you’re not smiling watching this, your jaw may be wired shut. Look at how happy all the tiny, white people are dancing with this mammoth human!
**Next up, the Columbus Zoo released a video of a baby polar bar sleeping and having vivid dreams and I think it’s kind of adorable. So here you go…
**Finally today, I thought this was kind of cool. Cleveland Indians pitcher Trevor Bauer, who a few weeks after injuring his finger while cleaning his drone (who among us hasn’t done that once or twice?) pitched in the World Series, was on Twitter recently and got a Tweet from a girl needing help with her math homework.
Bauer was eager to help, even with the girl, Maddie Martin, having to get back to him about the specifics of the question.
Bauer takes Maddie, a big Indians fan, through her problem, and then even says he’s “glad he could help.!” when she says she now understands.
This is great. But I’m damn envious. Where the hell was Don Mattingly in 1989 when I couldn’t understand Mr. Gallo’s algebra homework??? Where was my hero then, huh???