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Bernie Sanders, not such a liberal darling after all on guns. Tina Fey hilariously strips down on Letterman. And the 5-Hour Energy people, not so charitable


Barely breathed from 9-10 p.m. Sunday night, as my beloved New York Rangers nearly gave me a heart attack but hung on and held off a furious Capitals rally to win Game 6, 4-3, and even their Stanley Cup playoff series at 3.
Amazing. Rangers were down 3-1 in the series, and now they get Game 7 at MSG on Wednesday night.  Henrik Lundqvist is the best money goalie in the world.
Man, hockey playoffs are the best… but not so good for my health.
On with the show…

For the past two weeks, since he announced he was running for President as, so far, the only challenger to Hillary Clinton, Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders has been riding a wave of positive publicity in the media, getting liberals like me excited that Mrs. C (shout out to Marion Ross!) will get at least a little test, and becoming more of a national name, a trend that will surely continue for awhile.

But late last week came a story that stopped me short, and lots of other liberals I know, short. Slate.com published a pretty scathing, but accurate, story showing Sanders’ very un-liberal voting record when it comes to guns.

Bernie’s not only pro-gun, he’s extremely pro-gun, vetoing background-check legislation and uttering some very NRA-approved comments after the Sandy Hook shooting. (“If you passed the strongest gun control legislation tomorrow, I don’t think it will have a profound effect on the tragedies we have seen.”)

Bernie doesn’t talk about guns much; he’s much better prepared and strongly on the left when it comes to economic inequality, our reckless foreign wars, and spending cuts.

This gun defense is going to really hurt him, and I’m sure it’s already lost him some votes.

I’m not ready to give up on him yet, because there is no “perfect” candidate. But I very much would like to hear his response to those who rightly see him as a big NRA supporter. I know Vermont is a very pro-gun state, and I know he’s elected to serve the wishes of his constituents. Still, his votes are very much at odds with most Democrats.

Will be interesting to see how he responds.
Meanwhile, is there anyone in the Republican party NOT running for President? So happy we’ll get all these wingnuts together on a debate stage soon…

**Next up, I’ll probably be posting of a lot of these “David Letterman farewell” moments until he signs off on May 20, because so many celebrities want to pay tribute to Dave, who I love.
Some of them will surely be touching and emotional; others, more like this hilarioius Tina Fey stunt.

Seems Tina doesn’t like having to always get dressed up when she does Dave’s show, so she decided to dress down.

**Finally today, my boy Jeff Pearlman is one of my best friends, and he’s done me lots of favors over the years, so when he’s fired up about something and asks me to share his outrage, I do my best to summon it. He wrote this post on his excellent blog last Friday, about the odious “charitable” endeavors of the 5-Hour Energy company, who make a pretty nauseating product (I tried it once and hated the taste).

It seems the company is running these heartwarming commercials saying that with every bottle of their yucky liquid sold, they’re making a donation to the Special Operations Warrior Foundation, a charity that helps children of deceased military members receive a 100-percent paid-for college education.

Except, if you look closer (as Jeff did), 5-Hour Energy is only kicking in ONE NICKEL for every can sold.

The ad is emotional manipulation at its finest, and pretty despicable that the company is painting themselves as huge supporters of this foundation.

Read Jeff’s much-better rant here.


The Spurs, a championship “team” in every sense of the world. A couple of beautiful Father’s Day tributes. And my thoughts on an incredible run by the Rangers ending


There are certain teams in sports that remind you of why you loved them in the first place.
They play the game beautifully, like you always want to see it be played. They conduct themselves with class, with humility, and win gracefully. Their games are the purest, most beautiful form of the sport, and you wish it could always be that way.
But it’s not, which is when a team like that comes along, it’s so special.

The Edmonton Oilers made me feel that way about hockey in the 1980s. The New York Yankees did it for me in the late 1990s.
And the 2014 San Antonio Spurs … man, is this a team that Norman Dale from Hickory High School would’ve loved, or what?
Tim Duncan, as selfless a superstar as basketball has ever seen. Tony Parker, a wizard with the ball on a string. Manu Ginobili. Boris Diaw. And Kawhi Leonard, who I remember watching at San Diego State a few years back and thinking, ‘That dude plays hard.

The Spurs finished off a massacre of the two-time defending champs Sunday night, and it wasn’t even close after the first quarter. The Miami Heat got a championship performance from LeBron James (next stop, Cleveland? I have no idea, but that would set the sports media shuddering with joy.), but nobody else really showed up after Game 2.

Do you realize how incredible it is that Duncan and coach Gregg Popovich (above) won titles together 15 years apart? FIFTEEN! That’s unheard of, but it speaks to quiet consistency, and greatness both.

The Spurs are more than worthy champs, and stand as a testament for all that basketball fans like me love about the game.

Couple more thoughts on an NBA Finals that ended way sooner than any of us expected:

— It was the final game in the career of my all-time favorite Dukie, Shane Battier, and that makes me a little sad. The man had a tremendous career, making every team he was on better with his defense, his intensity, and his intelligence. The joke when he was at Duke was always that he’d be President one day.
Wouldn’t surprise me one bit.

— Very classy of LeBron and the rest of the Heat to act gracefully in defeat, congratulating the Spurs on the court after the game. It’s really hard to dislike LeBron anymore, isn’t it, all you who hate him?

— I said this on my Twitter feed the other day: I would 100 percent watch a reality TV show starring broadcasters Jeff Van Gundy and Mark Jackson, living in an apartment together, bickering, hugging, you name it. They are fantastic on TV together.

**Hope everyone had a happy Father’s Day Sunday; I am so blessed to have three outstanding fathers/role models in my life, with my dad, my stepfather, and my father-in-law. They show me every day what it’ll take for me when I join the “club” in September and become a Dad myself: compassion, humor, kindness, and most of all, patience. Lots, and lots of patience!

Can’t wait to join the club. Three more months and I get the best title of all: Dad.
Couple things to share that I saw Sunday: First, the above Dove ad that almost made me cry, and this from Joe Posnanski, who is never better than when he’s writing about his kids, and being a father. This is really great.


**Finally … after midnight on Friday, after Alec Martinez had collected a rebound kicked out by the all-world Henrik Lundqvist and deposited it into the open net to give the Los Angeles Kings the Stanley Cup, I fell back on the couch and sighed deeply.
I was mad for about 60 seconds, mad that the incredible New York Rangers run through the Stanley Cup playoffs was over. Mad that they played three games in L.A. this series, all went to overtime, and they somehow lost all of them. Mad that Chris Kreider didn’t score on a breakaway in OT, mad that the Rangers hit the post twice and didn’t score the winner.
But that was it; just 60 seconds or so of anger. After that, it was pride. And joy. And a little greatfulness sprinkled in, that the Rangers took their fans on a crazy, unexpected journey that came up just three wins short.

It really was a hell of a spring, and a great way to go out. The Kings were better, but I’m so glad the world got to see Lundqvist at his best.

Sigh. Training camp in three months. Can’t wait. In the meantime, check out (below) the always-awesome Hockey Night in Canada closing montage, putting a bow on these fantastic playoffs:
(By the way, that photo above is not how I looked after the game. Lenox Hill Hospital gave out 100 Rangers onesies to babies born during the Finals. Brilliant.)


Rangers lose Game 1, but I have an awesome viewing experience. Maureen Dowd tries pot, and it goes hilariously wrong. And an interesting video about reactions to gay kissing in Dixie


Well I had a pretty incredible and unique, for me, experience Wednesday night.

To celebrate Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals, the New York Rangers held a live viewing party on the beautiful lawn at Bryant Park, at 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue.

Only about 8,000 people showed up (I’m up there in that awesome photo above, somewhere on the right and pretty close to the TV. I got there 3 hours before game time to make sure I got a good seat.). There was music, free towels and posters, a bunch of old Rangers players made appearances, and it tr1uly almost felt like a game at MSG, even including the “Goal” song being played after each Rangers score, a P.A. announcer announcing the goals and assists, and the giant TV screen imploring us to chant “Let’s Go Rangers” during commercials.

It was wonderful and loud and festive and I’m so glad I went… until Dan Girardi gave the puck away in OT, and Justin Williams scored and L.A. took Game 1, 3-2.

A frustrating and thrilling game. Rangers really played terrific in 1st period, and played L.A. fairly even in second. Then my boys just did not show up in 3rd, getting outshot an unfathomable 20-3 in that period. TWENTY to three! Lundqvist was stellar just to get the Rangers to overtime.

Part of me thinks positively, that as bad as Rangers played in 3rd, still could’ve won. Part of me thinks negatively, that L.A. will only get better from here.

All of me thinks Wednesday in Bryant Park was an incredible place to watch a hockey game. I hope they do it again soon.

**Next up, ABC News decided to do a little “hidden camera” experiment, sending two gay men into a restaurant in Mississippi, telling them to kiss and hug and be all PDA, and see what the reaction would be.

Some of the reactions were predictable considering it was Mississippi. Quite a few others, happily, were not so easily foretold.

**And finally, this cracked me up. The New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd has always seemed to me to be a woman not only with a stick firmly pressed up her gluteus, but the ultimate example of a columnist who is WAY too cozy with sources.

She’s also way too “Inside the Beltway” for my tastes, seems to write as if she’s above and smarter than her audience, and just all-around strikes me as an obnoxious writer.

So, of course, I couldn’t stop laughing when I read about her column experiment this week. She wanted to go to Colorado to write about the legalized marijuana issue, and decided that to really get inside the story, she’d eat some edible pot and see what getting high would be like, presumably her first go-around at getting stoned.

The results are, predictably hilarious. Read about it here, and her original column is here.

Oh Maureen. Stick to writing about the Clinton sex scandals and how Barack Obama’s not man enough to be president. Leave those “hard drugs” stories to others, eh?

The dumbing down of America is devastating, from Canada’s perspective. An amazing 6-year-old’s yo-yo skills. And the Rangers are 2 wins from playing for the Cup


It’s something that’s completely obvious: America, and American politics, are getting dumber and dumber. To disturbingly large amounts of people, not believing in things like science, evolution, and rights to basic things like health care are badges of honor.

And as much as you and I know this, sometimes it takes an outside perspective to show just how bad it’s gotten. My buddy Pearlman pointed out to me on Twitter this fantastic, but utterly depressing, article from Maclean’s, a terrific Canadian publication, that was published recently.

It was basically an overview of just how far America has fallen, and why. Some of the eye-popping statistics, and I’m not even including the lead anecdote of the story, about an 8-year-old girl in South Carolina who suggested they have a state fossil, which of course became controversial:

— According to an AP poll, 42 percent (42!) of Americans are not confident life started with evolution.

–Only 53 percent of respondents were very confident childhood vaccines are safe and effective.
— In 1978, 42 percent of Americans reported that they had read 11 or more books in the past year. In 2014, just 28 percent say that, and 23 percent admit to not having read even one.

Understand: This is not just a “lunatic fringe,” or some obscure people in what Easterners dismissively call “fly-over states.” These are huge amounts of citizens who intentionally try to stay uniformed, and ignorant, and these are the people who are voting and driving cars and contributing to the stupidity of America.

It scares the hell out of me, I gotta be honest. It really does.

The most truthful line in the whole article? “If ignorance is contagious, it’s high time to put the United States in quarantine.”

I strongly recommend reading the whole piece here, but then watch some dogs playing or children laughing to cheer you up.

**And now, a 6-year-old named Kazuya Murata, who is way better than you and I will ever be at yo-yo tricks. I got dizzy just watching this kid.

New York Rangers v Montreal Canadiens - Game Two

**And finally, a few words about the New York Rangers. You know, every year as a sports fan, before your team’s season begins, you do a mental inventory and make a prediction.

You say, “OK, we lost these guys in free agency, gained these guys, here’s what the division looks like,” and so on, and you set a bar for where an acceptable finish for your team would be.
This year, for example I thought the Nets were good enough to get to the second round, and so they did, so I can’t be disappointed.

With the Rangers this year, I thought 2nd round of the Stanley Cup playoffs was as far as they could go. They were inconsistent, didn’t have enough scoring, had some injuries, so you know, 2nd round.

But holy shishkebob, look at them now. I look up and see that they won again Monday night, 3-1, behind some amazing goaltending from Henrik Lundqvist, goals from their top players (McDonagh, St. Louis and Nash), and a fantastic all-around team effort.

And I sit there thinking, holy crap, they’re six wins from the Stanley Cup. This could actually, truly happen. It’s so close I can taste it.

And I’m completely, utterly gobsmacked that it’s happening. Every year, one team gets hot in the Stanley Cup playoffs, gets some breaks (the Canadiens have to play with their backup goalie now since star Carey Price is hurt), has some bad things happen to the other team, and suddenly is skating around the ice in mid-June with the most beautiful trophy in sports.

Never, ever did I think this Rangers team could play for the Cup this year. But they’re two wins away, and now I find myself in a strange position:
I’ve got a ticket for Game 6, so I’d love to go to MSG and see them clinch the series that night, but I also would rather see them sweep and get ready for the Finals and not have to sweat it out.

Six wins away from winning a Cup. Amazing.

A fantastic oral history of “The West Wing.” Monks with mad dance skills. And the Rangers win another epic Game 7


If you gave me truth serum (or threw Wonder Woman’s lasso thingie around me) and asked me what my favorite TV show of all time was, I’d say it’s a tie between “The West Wing” and “The Wire,” and would be unable to choose a favorite (and yes, my 5 favorite sitcoms and 5 favorite dramas are definitely blog posts you’ll be seeing on this site sometime soon).

“The West Wing” was, for me, a perfect show: It was funny, it was brilliantly written, it had tremendous heart, and it moved me emotionally like few shows ever have.
I miss it very much, and still watch the reruns with my wife on DVD when we’re in the mood for some snappy patter.

So you can imagine how thrilled I was when I saw this on the Web Tuesday: The Hollywood Reporter did a pretty lengthy oral history of the show, interviewing Aaron Sorkin and Tommy Schlamme (the creators) and almost all the major actors, including Rob Lowe, Allison Janney and Bradley Whitford.
Some of my favorite nuggets from the piece (and I highly recommend reading all of it): Eugene Levy and CCH Pounder were almost cast as Toby and C.J.; Sidney Poitier was the first choice for President Bartlet (and wow, would that have been a different show), and Bradley Whitford (Josh) had no idea he would be the one shot at the end of Season 1 until the day they shot the scene.

Really great stuff.  And now, one of my all-time favorite scenes, from when Bartlet greets one of his Cabinet secretaries who has to stay behind in case the Capitol blows up during the State of the Union:

**Next up, nothing much out of the ordinary to see here, just some Buddhist monks dancing awesomely in NYC to Beastie Boys music:

Rangers Penguins Hockey

**And finally, the New York Rangers. The NEW YORK RANGERS!
I’m exhausted after watching that game, pacing around the apartment, screaming. I don’t know what to say, except:
— Henrik Lundqvist is the best big-game goalie in hockey, and I’m so glad he’s a Ranger.
— Brian Boyle and Brad Richards, two Rangers who get all kinds of crap from the fans, both with huge goals Tuesday.
— This run to the Conference Finals (4 wins away from playing for the Cup) is so completely unexpected. They had no business winning this series over the more talented Penguins, no business at all.
— And Sidney Crosby, who scored ONE goal in this series: Can you imagine if he played a sport more American fans cared about, what the hailstorm of criticism raining down upon his helmet would be today? Wow. The Blueshirts totally shut him down.

Shocked. I’m shocked the Rangers are still around. Eight more wins.

Finally, a football coach does something praise-worthy. New CBS show “Mom” is really funny. And Henrik Lundqvist, the Peyton Manning of hockey


I spend some time on this blog bashing football coaches because, well, because many of them are numbskulls who use and abuse players, cheat to win, and do all sorts of other nefarious things, all while being treated like kings by their schools or universities.

But every once in a while along comes a leader on the gridiron who deserves our acclaim, and I just found one on Wednesday.

His name is Matt Labrum, and he coaches at Union High School in Roosevelt, Utah.
After his team’s loss last week, and faced with a string of off-the-field incidents involving his players skipping class and bullying other students, Labrum suspended all 41 players from the team.

“We felt like everything was going in a direction that we didn’t want our young men going,” Labrum told the Salt Lake City Deseret News. “We felt like we needed to make a stand.”
Labrum met with players Saturday and gave them a letter outlining what they needed to do to earn their way back onto the team.
An excerpt from the letter:

“The lack of character we are showing off the field is outshining what we are achieving on the field. It is a privilege to play this wonderful game! We must earn the opportunity to have the honor to put on our high school jerseys each Thursday and Friday night!”

I love it. A coach reminding his players that playing football is a privilege, not a right, is nothing new. But a coach actually meaning it, and taking it away from his kids when they behave like fools? That is something great.

Here’s an updated story on Labrum and the team; after two days of volunteer work, he allowed 32 of the 41 back on the squad. I would’ve liked to see him follow through by having them miss a game or two, but hey, I don’t want to pick nits.

Take a bow, Coach Labrum. I love what you did, and I’m sure many others did, too.
Hell, I bet even Eric Taylor at Dillon High would’ve been proud.


**Next, in my continuing sorta, kinda fall TV preview, I’m happy to report that as awful as “The Goldbergs” pilot was, I can’t say enough good things about “Mom,” the new CBS show starring Anna Faris and Allison Janney, the latter of whom will always hold a special place in my heart for being C.J. Cregg on “The West Wing.”
I watched “Mom” last night and it was really, really funny. Faris is a recovering alcoholic waitress with two kids, no husband, and a loser for a mother (Janney).
Sadly, Faris’ Christy is repeating all the same mistakes her drug and alcohol-addicted mother made with her, and the first episode deals with them tentatively making up and forgiving each other. (My favorite line, spoken by Christy at an AA meeting: “Some mothers teach you how to cook. Mine taught me how to beat a cavity search and still feel like a lady.”)

French Stewart and Nate Corddry are also both in the cast, and both hilarious. I laughed out loud at least 10 times in the first episode; the jokes come fast and furious and are pretty raunchy, but you can tell there’s a strong heart beating in this show.
Chuck Lorre created it and he gave us “The Big Bang Theory” so I figured it was worth a shot.

Sometimes a show’s pilot is the best thing it ever does, and it all goes downhill from there. I hope that’s not the case here, because “Mom” was surprisingly awesome.

**Finally today, the NHL season is almost hear and I’m of course quite psyched. I have no idea if my Rangers, under a new coach, are going to be much better or much worse, but I feel confident it’ll be one extreme.
One thing I know for sure: Henrik Lundqvist will be awesome in net. He’s also proved to be awesome in commercials too; the Peyton Manning of the NHL, if you will.
Check out this new ad he did for a Swedish version of Head and Shoulders shampoo, showing a model how best to “sell” the product.

The Rangers show no life, and their season is pretty much over. A wonderful surprise from Oklahoma. And the great Mike Veeck, at it again.


Well that was a sucky way to spend an evening.
After a pretty good day of teaching, I came home to watch my beloved hockey team play Game 3 of the Eastern Conference semifinals with all the heart and intensity befitting a September exhibition game.

The Boston Bruins dominated the Blueshirts, though the score was only 2-1. It was a disgraceful effort from the Rangers, as the Bruins, who were already up 2-0 in the series, completely showed more hustle, desire and just plain skill, to be honest, than the punchless Rangers.

Look, I knew this team wasn’t winning the Stanley Cup. They had a mediocre regular season, and barely beat a flawed Washington Capitals team in the first round.

But as a fan, you want to see your team go down fighting, throwing everything they can at the opponent. And the Rangers did none of that Tuesday. Henrik Lundqvist did all he could in net, and a few other guys made some plays, but overall it was just a terrible performance.
So the Rangers go down 3-0 in the series, needing a miracle comeback. Not looking likely. Dammit.

**With all the devastation in Oklahoma right now, we all could use a little bit of good news anywhere we can find it there. So here’s Barbara Garcia, who lost her home and possessions in the storm, getting a wonderful little surprise. Watch this video and see what happens around the 1:35 mark; I predict it’ll bring a big smile to your face.

**Mike Veeck is one of the great innovative minds in minor league baseball, a fun-loving son of former big-league owner Bill Veeck who knows how to make attending a baseball game fin.

Mike Veeck has come up with such wonderful ideas as VHS tape Demolition Night, and a Salute to the Cardboard Box, and my personal favorite back in the 70s, Disco Demolition Night, when fans burned horrible disco records.

Anyway, Veeck is at it again with another brilliant promotion; a few weeks ago he wanted to spice up an exhibition game between his St. Paul Saints and the Gary (Ind.) SouthShore Rail Cats, Veeck held an Umpire-Free game.
Instead of having men in blue call balls and strikes and “Safe” or “Out,” kids from a local Little League had placards and help them up on close plays. (Catchers called their own balls and strikes.) The call with the most votes won, naturally.

I love this idea; it totally should catch on elsewhere. After all, with the shoddy umpiring we’ve seen in the bigs this year, could the crowd-sourcing of calls be any worse?

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.

New York Rangers v Washington Capitals - Game Seven

**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.


A British study on porn gets cancelled for a bizarre reason. King Henrik plays Guns N’ Roses. And an incredible college hoops sequence


This whole Lance Armstrong thing just disgusts me more and more the longer I think about it. There may be a really long vent about him coming in this space tomorrow; just a warning.

The British newspapers are an endless source of amusement to me. Seriously, I could do this blog just about every day with bizarre headlines ripped from the pages of The Sun, The Daily Mail, The Mirror, and their beautiful tabloid cousins.

But this story was my favorite in a while. It seems that a researcher at the University of Montreal named Simon Louis Lajeunesse was trying to conduct a study into how watching pornography affects men.

Except he had to radically re-think the experiment when he could not find any young men who had not watched it.

According to this story,  researchers wanted to compare the behavior of men who viewed sexually explicit material with those who had never looked at it all.

But Simon had to change his plan when he couldn’t find ANY male volunteers who’d never seen naked women doing stuff to naked men, or to each other.

“We started our research seeking men in their twenties who had never consumed pornography but we couldn’t find any,” the professor said.

Sorry, I’m not buying it. Come on fellas, you couldn’t find some ultra-religious family in Canada who wouldn’t let their kids use the computer or watch TV until they were 21, and use them as subjects? Or some complete straight-arrow who only likes watching a man and woman in healthy, committed acts?

Undeterred, Simon and his colleagues did a different porn study, finding that single men typically spend about 40 minutes viewing porn three times a week, while men in committed relationships averaged 20 minute porn viewing sessions 1.7 times a week.

To which I say “men in committed relationships have that much time on their hands?”

**Rangers fans like me already know Henrik Lundqvist, the best goaltender in the world, is a very cool guy. He’s handsome, he plays the guitar, and he’s just always seemed the coolest cat in the room.

Well, he added to that legacy Friday night, when he did this on Jimmy Fallon. Somewhere, Axl Rose should be smiling (the good part starts at :17)…

**So I didn’t see this live, but check out the end of regulation in the Vanderbilt-Ole Miss college basketball game Tuesday night. Ole Miss eventually won, but check this out; back to back buzzer-beaters!

The Rangers leave me spent, emotionally. A 3-year-old in China rides a scooter through traffic. And Norma, the bike-riding dog

Whew. I’m exhausted.

I paced and ranted and screamed and cheered and finally fell back onto my couch, defeated and upset.

Last night’s Rangers-Devils game was like three games in one. Amazingly, in a game the Rangers had to have, on their home ice, they fell behind 3-0 before 14 minutes were played.
Stunning doesn’t begin to describe it. I was at a loss for words, especially when the best goalie in the world (Henrik Lundqvist) gave up a rebound goal and a soft wrist shot goal in the same period!

Then, the Rangers started taking over the game. They dominated the second half of the first period, the entire second period, and half the third. They tied the score at 3, the Garden was rocking, and I was suddenly believing they’d complete this improbable comeback.

It was the best game the Rangers played all series. This was the team I’d been waiting four games for.

Only, the comeback didn’t end happily. The Devils finally got the momentum back, scored the go-ahead goal, and soon it was over, a 5-3 Rangers loss.

So now they’ve got to do what they did against Ottawa: Win Game 6 on the road, and then come home and win Game 7.

There’s hope in history: This was the exact situation in 1994, when the Rangers and Devils played the best hockey playoff series I’ve ever seen. In ’94, Blueshirts lost Game 5 at home, then the “Messier guarantee” game happened in a Game 6 win, and then Stephane Matteau became a legend in double OT in Game 7.

Can it happen again? Sure. But man, it’s going to be awfully hard for the Rangers come back, emotionally, from this devastating loss.
Me? I’m just wiped out.

**OK, this is incredible. A 3-year-old in China wandered away from his grandfather’s house and started riding his motorized scooter through the streets. And somehow didn’t get run over.

Watch this with your jaw dropped, as I did. Unbelievable luck that the kid didn’t get killed.

**Finally, here’s Norma, the dog that’s been taught to ride a bike.  Don’t know what to say except that dog deserves a whole lot of milkbones when he gets home.

And a nice human leg to, you know, go to town on.