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“Beautiful/Anonymous” is a new podcast I’m obsessed with. Two great Prince tributes over the weekend. And I vent a little about the Rangers’ season ending


I’m a pretty huge fan of podcasts; I listen to them when I’m driving somewhere, or walking somewhere (which is always in Manhattan), or taking the subway. I love learning about worlds other than my own; podcasts keep me informed, entertained and often angered. But never bored.

That said, I wasn’t really looking for any new ones, as I don’t have time to listen to all the ones I already like.

But on the most recent new episode of “This American Life,” they played a long stretch of a fantastic new podcast called “Beautiful Stories from Anonymous People,” and I was hooked. There’ve only been seven episodes so far and I’ve devoured three of them in the last couple of days.

Here’s the premise: A comedian named Chris Gethard sits in a studio, and people call in. He picks one phone caller each week, gets them on the line, and then for the next 60 minutes, they talk. The caller stays anonymous, and Gethard must stay on the phone for the whole hour, he can’t hang up, no matter where the conversation goes (the caller can hang up anytime).

It sounds so simple, and so open-ended, and it is. The podcast works because Gethard is a terrific listener who asks great questions, and the conversations go anywhere and everywhere at once.

Just to give you an example of what it’s like: One episode features an illustrator living in New York City, struggling to make ends meet in a difficult profession, ruminating with Chris on staying true to his art or “selling out,” but the conversation goes all over the place, to NYC parking rules, the Star Wars movies, and lots of other places.
There has been one incredible episode featuring an Army soldier who played with a Ouija board on leave, and he asked the board if anyone in his platoon was going to die that year, and the board spelled out a very unusual first name, the name of a guy in his platoon, and the caller never told the guy and then the guy was killed by a sniper eight months later.

And the caller is dealing with the weight, and the guilt, of that, plus his Grandma was a French spy and his grandpa was an Allied officer and they met during World War II. (That’s episode 5)

Maybe the most emotional episode was No. 4, with a formerly homeless voice actor just talking and working stuff out with Gethard, who is alternately empathetic, angry, funny and just exactly the kind of guy you’d want to spend an hour on the phone with.

It’s really a fantastic podcast, if you want to hear real, unscripted, raw conversation. Check it out on ITunes here, or on the Earwolf.com site here.

**Next up today, like many people I’m sure I spent a bit of my weekend reminiscing about Prince after his death on Thursday; a highlight for me was the 10 minutes I spent at my aunt and uncle’s Passover Seder Saturday explaining to my uncle exactly why Prince was so talented, and so beloved for his music.

Two tributes I saw over the weekend that I wanted to share that I thought were great: First, above, is the cast of “Hamilton” closing their show Thursday night with a fantastic little dance tribute to Prince, and the second, below, is Bruce Springsteen, showing once again he’s a rock god, opening a concert in Brooklyn Saturday night with “Purple Rain,” featuring the amazing Nils Lofgren on the great guitar solo halfway through the song.

Just fantastic.

**And finally today, if you’ll permit me a minute to rant about my New York Rangers, whose season mercifully ended on Saturday, with a 6-3 loss to the Pittsburgh Penguins.

I’ve been spoiled these last four years as a Rangers fan; my favorite team in all of sports got to the conference finals in 2012, then the Cup finals in 2014, then lost a Game 7 of the conference finals last year. That’s a whole lot of hockey, a whole lot of excitement. Those Rangers teams, I was proud to support. They deserved admiration and love.

This year’s team? This team was pathetic. The effort was lacking in so many games this year, and then in so many playoff games. They hung the best goalie in the world, Henrik Lundqvist, out to dry many times. They had a penalty killing unit that would’ve had to improve to be considered dreadful.

Several young players took steps backward this season (I’m looking at you, Kevin Hayes), and I’m honestly not sure if King Henrik’s poor year was an omen of things to come (ducks lightning bolt).

Just a miserable Rangers season. But like I said, I’ve been spoiled.
Also, these Stanley Cup playoffs have been so-so so far; the Blues-Blackhawks series has been sensational (can’t wait for Game 7), but outside of that, kind of meh. Hated that the Islanders won Sunday night, but happy for many of my Isles fan friends who hadn’t seen a playoff series win since 1993 (That was before O.J. murdered Nicole and Ron, that’s how long ago that was.)

Expecting great things out of Caps-Penguins in Round 2, and as always, playoff overtime hockey is the best thing in sports.

The magic, music and technological wonder of my first live U2 concert. And as strange a triple play as you’ll ever see


I don’t have much of a music concert bucket list.

I’ve seen a lot of my favorites over the years, and can pretty much recall in specific detail some of the greatest performances I’ve seen and smile about them still (Tom Petty at the old Spectrum in Philadelphia was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen).

But a couple of years ago I realized that there were two giant holes in my concert resume: I’d never seen Bruce. And I’d never seen U2.

Well, bucket list completed. Saw Bruce in 2012, and Thursday night, at a frenetic, pulsating Madison Square Garden, I finally got to see the band that strongly influenced my teen years.

U2 is often hailed as the greatest live band in the world, and man oh man were they ever fantastic Thursday night. Lots of times in life we hype things up in our minds so much that when we actually experience the thing, it’s a letdown.

Thursday night was most definitely not a let down. Larry Mullen Jr., Adam Clayton, The Edge and an AIDS activist/world peace attempter/lead singer of an Irish rock band named Bono kicked serious rock and roll ass for 150 minutes.

Some thoughts on the show from my rocked-out brain, where three days later I’m still humming some of the songs I heard:

— First, they sounded great. But the look of the show was incredible. I’ve seen giant stages before, seen bands get up close to their fans, seen hi-tech video boards. I’ve never seen anything like the enormous “virtual reality”-like screens at this show (above photo). When Bono sang a few songs about his childhood, he literally disappeared into the board and “walked” down Cedarwood Road, where he lived as a kid. Throughout the show there were these incredible video montages (and even calling them “montages” doesn’t do them justice, they were like mini-movies) and they were mesmerizing.

— Thanks to age and his famous bike accident, Bono doesn’t run around and go nuts like he used to do. But damn if he still doesn’t have incredible stage presence. Even when he was not singing, just talking about huge breakthroughs in AIDS treatment or about his first girlfriend, he commanded the arena like few singers I’ve ever seen.

— Funniest thing to me Thursday was how Bono always called his lead guitarist “The Edge,” when talking to him, always making sure to put the “The” in there. He would say stuff like “The Edge, what should we do next?” Cracked me up every time. Like after all these years, you can’t just call him “Edge?”

— Waited 27 years to hear my all-time favorite U2 song, “With or Without You,” live. I first heard that song in 1988 and immediately went out and bought the record (“What’s a record, Grandpa?”) and listened to it at least 15 straight times on my stereo’s record player in my bedroom. Three decades later, it still moves me.

— There are lots of feelings I’d like to experience in my life still, and I hope I’ll feel most of them. But there are two I don’t think I’ll ever get to live out, and I have long thought about and desired them, and saw Bono enjoy both on Thursday night.
First, I would kill to find out what it’s like to walk out on stage, look out on 20,000 people, and hear all of them screaming in excitement for you. Just because they love your music, know you’re about to make them happy, and are so damn excited to see you. God, that’s got to feel great.

The other feeling, related to that one, Bono got to experience during the final song of the encore. As the band started to play “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” Bono held the mic up to the MSG crowd and let us sing the first two verses of that classic. To hear 20,000 people belting out a song they know by heart, belting out your song back to you? Got to be incredible.

— A kid in the row behind us who looked to be around 8 years old was there with his obviously super-cool parents. The kid was rocking out hard to every song until about 9:45 p.m., an hour into the show, when I looked back and saw him passed out in his chair. Party hard, man, party hard.

**Finally today, two baseball things to pass on. First, Pedro Martinez, who I believe is the greatest pitcher I’ve ever seen in my lifetime (apologies to Messrs. Maddux and Clemens), gave a wonderful Hall of Fame speech in Cooperstown Sunday; check it out here. Second, check out this crazy strange play in baseball Sunday that hadn’t happened since 1955. It was a triple play turned by the Seattle Mariners against Toronto, but it was a 3-6-2 triple play. Two of the three outs were made at 3rd base, and the Mariners’ third baseman never touched teh ball.

Hard to do. Pretty horrendous base-running. I love how clueless and helpless Toronto’s third-base coach looked here; I’m pretty sure the Bad News Bears wouldn’t have looked this bad, even with Engleberg and Lupus running.

Bruce and Fallon team up again, awesomely. Memory wizards revisited, on “60 Minutes.” And are you a psychopath? 1 question tells all

So Bruce Springsteen went on Jimmy Fallon’s show Tuesday night, and predictably, something awesome happened. The two teamed up for a fabulous duet a couple years back (Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair”) and it was fantastic, but this one from this week may be even better.

That’s right, “Born to Run” gets the Gov. Chris Christie scandal treatment. God I love both of these guys singing…

**So after CBS and “60 Minutes” finished shoveling dirt on Alex Rodriguez’s baseball career last Sunday (they did a fabulous, and necessary job, showing A-Rod to be the absolute liar, phony and fraud we all knew he was, but now backing it up with evidence), there was a much more interesting story told on the show.

A few years ago “60 Minutes” aired one of my favorite pieces ever, about a rare group of “memory wizards,” who can recall every single day of their lives in amazing detail, including what they wore, what they ate, and what day of the week it was.

Now there’s a new report, with even more “memory wizards” having been found, and the science behind why these people can do what they do is fascinating.

Check it out below… I can’t decide if I would want to have this ability, or wouldn’t. Love to hear your thoughts on it.

**Finally today, my father sent me this over email the other day, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the
bottom for the result. This is not a trick question; It is as it reads.

“A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did
not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her
dream guy so much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never
asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed
her sister.
Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?”

Now, I was completely at a loss when I first saw this, and took at least three guesses before scrolling down for the answer.


She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly,  you think like a psychopath.
Apparently this was a test by a famous American psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the
test and answered the question correctly.

For the sake of you and your friends, I hope you didn’t get it right! (In case you’re curious, my guess was that she found out the sister was in love with him, too.)

Good News Friday: The “12-12-12” concert mostly rocked. A gift idea for your favorite drinker. And Andre Johnson takes kids to Toys R’ Us


Good News comes from all walks of life today, but it starts with one of the most epic concerts I’ve ever seen.

The concert for Sandy Relief, or the “12-12-12” show at Madison Square Garden Wednesday night, was fantastic, if a little over-packed with old, white dudes who kicked ass through the 70s, 80s, 90s, and the Aughts, and are still rocking in the ’10s (can we call this decade the ’10s? Good).
It went on for about 43 hours (OK, about six), and was filled with highlights and a few lowlights, and raised $30 million from ticket sales and corporate donations so far (they haven’t tallied all the Internet and phone pledges yet).

A few quick-hit thoughts after watching the show:

— Best performances were Bruce Springsteen (never lets a crowd down), Alicia Keys, the Stones, and, much to my surprise, Chris Martin of Coldplay. He did a great duet with Michael Stipe (who looked awful but sounded great), had some funny jokes, and truly seemed honored to be there.

— Worst performances? Adam Sandler blaspheming by doing a version of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallejulah” was terrible. I thought the skit with Seth Meyers was awful. And, I expect to get hit by lightning after writing this, but I wasn’t thrilled by Paul McCartney’s performance. He did two “Wings” songs, for God’s sake. “Live and Let Die” was good, as was “Blackbird,” but I dunno, I just didn’t love Sir Paul on this night.

— Wow, was Roger Daltrey’s chest waxed. But he looked and sounded great. Keith Richards, well, I’ve seen corpses that looked better.

— Maybe I’m sensitive as a native New Yorker, but it pissed me off how many celebs claim to be “New Yorkers.” Chelsea Clinton (from Arkansas) and Sandler (from New Hampshire) both claimed to be natives on the show. Just wrong.

Kanye West’s leather skirt. Ummm, yeah. Great fashion choice. As someone on Twitter said, “Leave him alone. He came straight to the concert from his field hockey game.”

— Crazy that Keys was the only female on the entire show (which someone joked was “a five-hour Cialis commercial.). They couldn’t have gotten Pink, or Sheryl Crow, or Gwen Stefani?


**Next, I have the perfect gift for you if you or someone you love loves beer, and loves keeping their hands warm.

Heard about these on the radio, and then had to see them for myself: An Icelandic company makes beer mittens, so you can hold your Budweiser and keep your digits warm all at the same time.

Bloody brilliant. I don’t even drink beer and I want a pair.


**Finally, one of the good guys of the NFL is Andre Johnson, the world-class wide receiver for the Houston Texans. Every year, Johnson takes a group of at-risk Houston kids and gives them a shopping spree at Toys R’ Us. They have 80 seconds to each grab as much as they can and shove it into a shopping cart.

This year’s spree came to $19,521, which means those kids knew exactly where the big ticket items were. Bravo, Andre. (That’s him with the receipt, above)

Bruce Springsteen and the joy of living life to the fullest. And Rick Santorum, farewell my friend!

Monday night, during Bruce Springsteen’s fantastic rendition of “Rosalita,” toward the end of a three-hour concert, I looked around Madison Square Garden for a minute.
I saw people of all races and ethnicities. I saw people who were under 20, and people over 60.  I saw women and men, boys and girls, people dressed in suits and people dressed in ripped T-shirts.
The only thing they had in common: Joy.
Every single person I saw Monday night was having a great time, as good a time as I was up in Section 225 (that was the view from our seats, above).
I had never seen a crowd, at any live event I’ve been to, having this good of a time.  Some were drinking, some were smoking pot, some were just swaying to the music that has been the soundtrack of their lives.
All of us were reveling in the moment, but none of us could match the joy radiating from the 62-year-old dude we’d all come to see.
Bruce Springsteen did on Monday what I’m told he always does in concert: He ran around the stage and through the crowd. He drank a few beers with the fans. He did the famous knee-slide and bantered with Little Stevie and brought chills to the crowd with a tribute to the late great Clarence “Big Man” Clemons.

Everything I thought and hoped a Bruce show would be, all these years when I hadn’t seen one, came true Monday. But I hadn’t counted on the sheer joy I would see. And for 40 years, that’s what Springsteen has brought. He is doing exactly the thing he was put on this Earth to do, and he’s having a great time doing it.
And for three hours every time he takes the stage, a Bruce Springsteen concert is truly the happiest place on Earth. And we are so fortunate he still is able to do it.

Some other quick-hit thoughts from my first live Boss show:
— Having studied the previous setlists on the tour, I wasn’t too surprised by much he and the band played. Loved that “Because the Night” was played, that was my favorite song of the show. Of course “Rosalita” made people go crazy, but I also thought “My City in Ruins,” “Backstreets,” and “Badlands” were fantastic as well.
— Really cool moment when Bruce pulled up a kid on stage and had him sing the chorus of “Waitin’ For A Sunny Day.” Kid had great poise and stage presence.
— Clemons’ nephew Jake can really play the sax. He’s a worthy successor to Big Man.
–Got a ton of entertainment from the woman sitting a few feet away from me. She was in her 50s, I estimate, wearing an orange University of Texas T-shirt, and swaying and singing every word to every song the entire night, non-stop. She was a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm. She was also drinking heavily.
— So glad I went. I can cross something off the Bucket List. Having seen Bruce and Barry Manilow live in the last few years, my next “music act to see before I die” is Bon Jovi.

**Tuesday brought some sad news for those of you who hate contraception, any non-white people, and fair chances for all. Rick Santorum, a man who riled up millions of angry Caucasians and right-wing lunatics, has decided to suspend his campaign for the presidency.

Ahh, Rick. So disappointing we won’t get a President Santorum, who would ban condoms, bomb every country he could, and require all Americans to prove they are citizens. Well, at least we’ll always have the above video to remember him by. Still cracks me up every time I watch it…

R.I.P., Mike Wallace, one of the greats of journalism. I realize a dream tonight at MSG. And I spend time at the NYPD Tow Depot. (not voluntarily)

So, Friday was fun. My girlfriend and I came out of her apartment around 11 a.m. and started walking toward my car. Only when I arrived at the block I had parked the night before, there was a whole row of empty space, where 12 hours earlier a whole bunch of cars had been.

I had made a classic New York City parking blunder, one I should’ve known better than to make. I knew Friday was a holiday, and heard that alternate side of the street parking rules were suspended. I interpreted that to mean that, as long as I wasn’t blocking a driveway or a hydrant, other rules were suspended as well.
So I had parked near a sign that said “No Standing, 8 a.m. -7 p.m., Mon-Fri.” Surely that didn’t apply on Good Friday, I assumed the night before. My assumption led to a not-so-fun adventure of A, tracking down where the hell my car had been towed to, B, schlepping across Manhattan to get to the NYPD Tow Depot, C, waiting on line for 40 minutes to speak to someone about my car, afterwhich the nice lady told me to go sit and wait to be called, followed by D, an hour and a half wait on THAT line to get my car back.

Only to find a lovely $95 ticket on my windshield, coupled with the $185 it took to get the car back after the two.
A few observations on my Good Friday misdeed:
— Nothing galvanizes a group of strangers sitting in a room together like the shared anger at the police and the “idiot who towed my car,” as one of my new friends cheerfully put it. We were a totally diverse group of people, but we were united in our complaining to each other.
_ Not in a million years would I want to work as one of the cashiers who had to deal with us  on a daily basis. These nice folks had nothing to do with your car problems, yet they get yelled at anyway.
— My favorite moment of the day was when a college student in a U. of South Carolina hat was talking on his cell phone near me to what appeared to be his brother.
“Dude, you cannot tell Mom this, ever,” USC kid began.  “But I got her car towed in New York City. And I’m using the money Grandma gave me for my birthday to get it back.”

Lemme tell ya something, kid. Moms always find this stuff out. God helps them that way.

**So tonight I get to fulfill a lifelong dream. As you know if you’ve been reading the blog for the past week, I’ve got tickets to see Bruce Springsteen at MSG. Can. Not. Wait. In 36 years of life I’ve never been so excited for a concert. I am expecting nothing less than the musical experience of a lifetime. I cannot envision a way in which I’m disappointed.

This man, Springsteen, is 62 years old and still thrilling audiences across the world. I’ll talk more about this, I’m sure, after seeing him tonight, but how he can continue to do what he does, with such energy and passion, is amazing.

God bless the Boss. Finally, I’ll get to see what people have been telling me for decades: That there is no better live performer in music.

**Finally today, a remembrance of Mike Wallace, the legendary TV journalist who died over the weekend at age 93. Known for his fiery, tough interviews, Wallace had the uncanny knack for getting famous and infamous people to allow themselves to be grilled by him, and then having them reveal something they hadn’t planned to. He also was a master at investigating fraud and abuse by businesses and corporate leaders, doing so much public good in the process.

Wallace inspired me as a future journalist, as I watched “60 Minutes” as a kid and learned how great interviewing is done. Up until the last few years, Wallace still worked full-time, and he leaves behind a wonderful legacy of a career well-spent.

A Happy Passover and Easter to you all. A 7-year-old pizza tosser amazes me. And a love letter found, 60 years later

To finish up pre-Bruce concert week, here’s a clip that has a personal meaning to me. When I was in my karaoke heyday in the late 1990s, when my buddies in Wilmington, N.C. and I used to badly sing our hearts out at local watering holes, I often closed with this. It’s probably the first song 99 percent of Americans think of when they think of the Boss. Can’t wait to hear it live. Enjoy.

Happy Friday to all of my wonderful readers. It’s happy for many reasons, including for me the fact that I’m on vacation from student teaching for 10 days (yay!). I’m also excited because I’m home for Passover for the first time in a long time, and get to have a couple of seders this weekend (when else do I actually like the taste of gefilte fish? Only once a year.)

And a Happy Easter and happy Passover to you all. And now, on with Good News Friday…

OK, this kid has some serious skills. I think pizza-tossing is a very hard thing to do, yet a dude who’s not even in double digits in age can do this and look cool doing it. Check out this 7-year-old with the dough in his hands…

**Finally, a sweet love story to send you into the weekend. When Dick Hauck and his girlfriend Arlene were courting 60 years ago, he wrote her a letter every day, and she wrote him just as often.

But the letter Dick wrote to Arlene, proposing marriage to her, had been lost forever. Until last week, when Arlene’s childhood home was being remodeled and a contractor found it in the walls. And then returned it to the happily married couple, 60 years after it was written.

Beautiful. Here’s a video of the happy couple, still in love after all these years.

Bill Gates, champion of America’s teachers. The wild and radical Girl Scouts, a true threat to America! Jimmy Fallon channels Eddie Vedder and Jeremy Lin

You may have heard about the kerfuffle here in New York last weekend, when several New York City newspapers printed the test score results for teachers in Grades 4-8 of 12,000 New York City schoolteachers.

Because I am in training to become one, I think it’s wise not to comment on this whole mess. Instead, I will simply point you to something written by a man 1,000 times smarter, and 1 million times wealthier, than me. This is Bill Gates, a true champion of education reform, but also of good teachers, in the New York Times last week.

Well said, Mr. Gates.

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**Been meaning to post this for a few days but other things kept pushing it out of  my mind. Jimmy Fallon, who has already given us wonderful tributes/imitations of Bob Dylan doing “Charles in Charge” and a duet with Bruce Springsteen covering a Willow Smith song, now gives us Eddie Vedder, with new lyrics to “Jeremy” in honor of Knicks sensation Jeremy Lin… This is awesome.

**Finally, you know, I’ve always thought the biggest threat to our freedom and ideals were those young girls in the green and white Girl Scouts uniforms.
Finally, someone agrees with me. It’s a state senator from the great state of Indiana, Rep. Bob Morris, a Republican of Fort Wayne.
Last week ole’ Bob decided he couldn’t sign a letter congratulating all those ex-Brownies (is that still what the call the little kids before they get to be Girl Scouts?) on their 100th anniversary because he read on the Web that the Girl Scouts, you see, “are a tactical arm of Planned Parenthood, that they allow transgender females to join, ‘just like any real girl,’ and encourage sex.”

Yes, those damn Scouts are always encouraging sex. I must’ve missed it when I was buying all those Tagalongs and Thin Mints all these years, but subliminally those cookies were telling me use my Samoas to help get laid (and then of course to go out and have my concubine get an abortion)!

Even better, courtesy of my friends at Daily Kos, is an excerpt from Bob’s letters to his supporters:

“Many parents are abandoning the Girl Scouts because they promote homosexual lifestyles. In fact, the Girl Scouts education seminar girls are directed to study the example of role models. Of the fifty role models listed, only three have a briefly-mentioned religious background – all the rest are feminists, lesbians, or Communists. World Net Daily, in a May 2009 article, states that Girl Scout Troops are no longer allowed to pray or sing traditional Christmas Carols.”

Oh Bob, I really hope the Scouts of Indiana don’t find out where your office is. My guess is next time you walk to your car, you’ll be buried under an avalanche of Caramel DeLites.

Good News Friday: Will Ferrell reinvents the P.A. announcer job, hilariously. Big Man’s nephew to play with E Street Band. And Jeremy Lin, the NBA’s Harvard superstar

To start off Good News Friday, here’s Will Ferrell, being Will Ferrell. He was the guest P.A. announcer at the New Orleans Hornets-Chicago Bulls game Wednesday night, and here was his hilarious performance. I love the Bulls’ introductions better, but the Jarrett Jack one from the Hornets is awesome, too.

**Next up we have some great news from the world of Bruce Springsteen. No, it’s not that he’s excited that I’m going to see him for the first time ever (whoo-hoo, can’t wait until April 9).
It’s that as many hoped, he has decided to tap a relative to fill the enormous shoes of Clarence “Big Man” Clemons, the hugely important saxaphone player in the E Street Band who passed away last year.
Jake Clemons is an accomplished saxaphone player in his own right, and has played with the E Street Band before. I’m sure he’ll do an awesome job, though there’ll only ever be one “Big Man.”

**I loathe just about everything about the New York Knicks, but it’s impossible not to love this Jeremy Lin story. Lin is a Knicks rookie guard who was cut by two other teams and buried on the Knicks bench for the last several weeks, only to finally get a chance to play last week.

He’s responded with three straight awesome games, scoring 20 or more in each, and leading the Knicks to a trio of wins. But Lin’s story is even better: He’s from Harvard, which doesn’t exactly produce a bevy of NBA players. He’s a great kid who totally deserves all the attention he’s been getting.

Here’s a great take on Lin and his background from SI in 2010, and a new story from the N.Y. Times’s Howard Beck on the Asian star.

A father ruins his son’s Facebook rep, and it’s awesome. A fun Mitt Romney game. A terrific Springsteen cover. And “Rescue Me” really great this season.

This is one of those stories I came across on the Internet that I’m praying is real.
The father of a 15-year-old boy named Chris stumbled upon his son’s Facebook page when Chris left his account logged on to the family computer.
What the father saw surprised him. So he wrote this totally fabulous status update:

So great. Sure it’s a little mean, but sometimes parenting is like that.

**So as the race for the Republican presidential nomination heats up, it still looks like it’s Mitt Romney’s to lose, until Governor Rick “Secession” Perry jumps in this race.
So it’s always fun to remember that Mitt Romney, bless his heart, is perhaps the most two-faced politician of all time. A man named Matt Ortega has given us a fun way to watch Mitt change his position on every issue. It’s a website game called “Multiple Choice Mitt,” and you can play here. Ortega has lined up, side by side, Mitt flip-flopping on just about every issue in the political world.
The abortion and gun control ones are my favorite.
Ah, Mitt. We know: You were for it before you were against it.

**A random musical interlude: This is a really good cover of Springsteen’s classic “Atlantic City” by the Hold Steady. Gotta say, as much as I love the original, this one is almost as good. This is what a cover should do: add a little bit to the original.

**Finally, a few words about my favorite show “Rescue Me.” For those of you who are fans, hasn’t this season been great so far? I love the re-introduction of Maura Tierney’s character; I think Franco confronting Lou about his weight is long overdue (fantastic intensity in that fight scene this week), and Denis Leary continues to have some of the best lines on TV. Wednesday night’s episode, with Leary’s Tommy Gavin going off on a TV interviewer, and Garrity returning to the comedy which he does best, was so solid.

I’m legitimately bummed that there are only a few episodes left in the history of this series. It’s just been that damn good.