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A great Saturday in Westchester Co., walking for a great cause and then picking pumpkins with the little guy. Insane finishes all over NFL Week 5. And why I can’t wait for Hillary vs. Bernie tomorrow night

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Had a fabulous weekend slightly upstate, one of those perfect autumn weekends when you realize why James Taylor writes all those songs about fall in the Northeast.

Saturday the Lewis family went to two great events (well, one event and one outing): In the morning we attended the Friends of Jaclyn 3rd Annual Pediatric Brain Tumor Awareness Angel Walk, done over the Walkway over the Hudson pedestrian bridge in Poughkeepsie, N.Y. (pictured above)

I’ve written about my love and support for FOJ before; they’re the grassroots organization that pairs up pediatric brain tumor patients across the U.S. with college sports teams who “adopt” them, and greatly improve their quality of life, and lift their spirits.

I write stories for their website each week and have really come to so respect and appreciate what they do. Saturday’s walk honored those who have passed away from the insidious disease, and there were singers, bagpipers, and hundreds of family members, athletes and coaches there to pay tribute to those who still fight, and those who’ve passed. There was an incredibly beautiful moment at the end, when doves were released to commemorate those who’ve died. (Have you ever actually seen how beautiful a flock of doves are when they fly in formation? It took my breath away.)

After that we took the little guy to his first Harvest Festival, where he got to play with a whole heap o’ pumpkins, go on a hayride (it was a little bouncy for his liking, but still fun) and look at some farm animals from behind some chicken-wire fencing.

He was a little baffled by the whole scene, as to be expected, and some of the pumpkins were bigger than he was. But it was a great time (and cider donuts too!)

Just a terrific fall weekend all-around.

JAYCUTLER

**My weekly quick-hit NFL thoughts on a day the Jets rested, the Eagles finally woke up, and we saw a ton of great finishes:

— The NFL RedZone channel is crack cocaine, and Sunday at 3:30 I stepped up to the pipe, thank you very much. It just so happened that my boy’s nap time coincided with the last half hour of the 1 p.m. games, so I got to see the fantastic Redskins-Falcons finish (oh Kirk Cousins, from hero to zero so quickly), the great Browns comeback win over the Ravens (I know they stink, but once again, the Browns are so fun to watch), a terrific Jay Cutler throw and comeback, and the Bengals thrilling win over Seattle.

All that happened in like a half hour. And it was glorious.

— The Bengals impressed me the most; Cincinnati might really truly be for real this year. Seattle had the game won, on the road, in the fourth. Andy Dalton, I know, no one believes in him because of his playoff failures. But maybe he’s maturing into a winner? Maybe?

— It’s sad watching Brandon Weeden play QB in the NFL. It just is.

— A not-so-bold prediction: The Philadelphia Eagles will win the NFC East. They’re the best of a terrible division, and Sam Bradford will get better every week.

**Finally today, I’ve refrained for the most part at writing about the three-ring circus that is the GOP presidential field, because frankly there’s just so much crazy going on there that I don’t even know where to start, and because I know most people aren’t even paying attention to the 2016 race yet, and because I’m finding the infighting among the crazies (Carson, Trump, Cruz, etc) so hilarious, and because there’s a perfectly electable candidate who’s the only GOP candidate Dems like me are scared of (Marco Rubio) and no one in the Republican primary electorate seems to like him.

But for me, it’s time to start talking politics because tomorrow night we get the first major event of the Democratic season, the first debate. How will Hillary hold up under what I’m sure will be tough questions about emails and other topics from her, umm, colorful past? Can my original pick for this nomination, Martin O’Malley, finally do or say something to get some attention and some traction?

And most importantly, what I’m SO looking forward to seeing, is Bernie Sanders thundering away at Hillary and her sudden shift to the left. He has all kinds of material he can use against her, including her sudden shift against the Trans Pacific trade deal just announced last week, and her sudden interest in racial justice issues, and against big money in politics (she and her husband have been swimming in it for decades.)

It’s ridiculous that there will be only six Democratic debates this cycle (as of now), as Hillary pal Debbie Wasserman Schultz, head of the DNC, clearly set this up to give HRC as smooth a path as possible.

So it’s imperative that Bernie seize this moment and really show he’s a legitimate, credible alternative to her.

Get your popcorn ready. CNN, 8:30 p.m. Should be fun.

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The fun and memories of shoveling snow. A bizarre, cool tradition I just discovered. And the Jets, ugh, the Jets

This is going to sound extremely strange and quite possibly disturbing if you were one of the millions affected by the East Coast blizzard Sunday.
But I shoveled snow for a little while Sunday. And enjoyed it. I’d missed the experience.
Seriously.
I hadn’t shoveled snow in probably a decade. And you wouldn’t think you’d ever miss doing something like that, because it’s cold and windy and hard labor and all that good stuff.
But it brought back memories. Of the times my sister and I would stand there with my father on the family driveway, shoveling and shoveling and wondering exactly why we had to do this, why someone else couldn’t be out there helping my Dad.
Or the time when my best friend Marc Feigelson and I became all excited that our parents had chipped in to buy a snowblower. Marc and I figured we’d go around to all the neighborhood houses, do their driveways for a small fee, and we’d be rolling in the dough.
Except that the winter we bought it, it snowed once, and then not again for like three years.
Many of my childhood memories are inextricably linked to snow, and living down in Florida, I just don’t get to experience it that much.
I know, many of you are probably thinking I’m nuts now, because you or someone you love was stranded by this enormous blizzard, that made the roads treacherous and cancelled a billion flights.
But for a few minutes yesterday afternoon, with my gloves and coat on and the wind whipping into my face as I shoveled off some of my dad and stepmother’s walkway, I actually enjoyed it.
Crazy, I know.

**So I’m reading Sports Illustrated Sunday and writer Phil Taylor clued me into one of the strangest sports traditions I’ve ever heard of. Every year on Dec. 10 at a school called Taylor University in Indiana, they have something called the “Silent Night” basketball game. For the beginning few minutes of the game, the entire crowd is quiet, not making a peep. Then, when the home team scores its 10th point, well, watch this, just until around 40 seconds in:

How cool is  that? The crowd also sings “Silent Night” together at the end of the game. Awesome.

**And then there was the Jets game Sunday. Hey, the offense scored 34 points! (well, really only 27, but who’s counting?) And still, that wasn’t good enough to win.
My beloved boys in green and white made Jay freaking Cutler look like Joe freaking Montana, as the Chicago Bears squeaked by the Jets, 38-34.
Just another awful performance by the Jets defense. So sick and tired of hearing from these players how this defense is solid and top-notch and all that crap. They couldn’t have covered ME on Sunday in Soldier Field, and I’m slow and white.
On the plus side, Mark Sanchez played fantastic except for one really bad decision at the end of the game, and hey, Jacksonville losing put the Jets in the playoffs for sure. So that’s good.
But it’s hard to have any confidence in this team when the defense plays so bad.
Still, they’re 10-5 and going to be playing in January, so what the hell am I doing complaining?