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Fantastic news as NYC to offer 3-year-olds pre-K. The Penguins fan who was stabbed with a screwdriver, then watched rest of game. And why proofreading really is important

There are very, very, very few things people on both sides of the political aisle can agree on these days.

I mean, let’s see, there’s fixing Americas roads and bridges, ISIS is bad, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are good… and that’s about it.

But early childhood education is also on that list. Every study you see, every chart, every piece of data you can look at says that the sooner you get children into a structured and healthy learning environment, the better their longterm prospects of success are. Education is the answer, the “silver bullet” to so many problems, including endless cycles of poverty, crime, etc.

So everybody agrees on this, but still, early childhood education isn’t a huge priority in many states. Universal Pre-K, though, is very big where I live in New York City, which is why I was so pleased to hear our mayor, Bill de Blasio, announce Monday that the city will expand Universal Pre-K to 3-year-olds over the next few years.

As many as 62,000 children will be able to take advantage of this. Yes, it’s going to cost a lot of money, and no, it won’t solve all the world’s problems.

But man… it could really help so many kids. Thrilled to see NYC (and even some red states like Oklahoma, Georgia and West Va.) endorsing universal Pre-K.

**Next up today, from the “boy, proofreading isn’t what it used to be” department. This newspaper in Manitoba, Canada was trying to headline a story about ex-NFL tight end Aaron Hernandez allegedly hanging himself in prison.

And, well, they got most of it right…

Ooof. That’s pretty bad. Do you think Keith was so upset that his brilliant acting job on “Seinfeld” didn’t lead to better stuff than Just for Men ads?

I feel for the copy-editor who got yelled at the next morning over that one. I’ve been that guy, and it’s no fun.
But for the rest of us, it’s pretty hilarious.

**Finally today, you know I’m deep in the thrall of the awesomeness of the Stanley Cup playoffs, as my New York Rangers face off against Ottawa starting Thursday.

But as crazy as Rangers fans are, gotta hand it to one particular Pittsburgh fan for being the craziest die-hard I’ve seen this year. Apparently during Game 1 of the Pens-Blue Jackets first-round series, a body shop owner was stabbed in the head with a screwdriver by an irate customer, but the owner refused to go to the hospital to treat his gaping head wound until the game was over.

The unidentified fellow sat with a bleeding head from a screwdriver stab for more than a hour, then drove himself to the emergency room.

Didn’t anyone ever tell this poor guy that paramedics have smartphones, and probably could’ve given him the game updates in the hospital?

What a fan. I hope he’s OK. And that the Penguins give him great seats for Round 2. (Note to self: don’t EVER go a google image search for “stabbed with screwdriver” late at night. Damn, that was some scary stuff I just saw.)

The Stanley Cup playoffs are awesome, and tonight I get to see them live. Skateboarding with dogs looks fun. And a minor-league team hosts a “Seinfeld” night.

rangers-flyers

The Stanley Cup playoffs began Wednesday night, and like I do every year, I looked forward to it like a Christian kid on Christmas.

We had great action in all three games, a hellacious overtime between Tampa Bay and Montreal (note to the Lightning: You need a better goalie if you’re gonna win this series, because Anders Lindback ain’t gonna get it done), and a wasted chance to steal a win by Columbus.

I’ve preached it here many times before, but the hockey playoffs are by far the best postseason in sports, for drama and excitement.

Tonight, though, is the night I’ve really been looking forward to: For the first time in my life I’m going to a Rangers playoff game live, and I am super pumped. Rangers-Flyers, Game 1.

It’s funny, I was a sportswriter for so many years, going to hundreds and hundreds of games as an impartial observer, that you almost forget what it’s like to go to a “big game” as a fan.

The nervous excitement all day, the anticipation of walking up to the gate and handing your ticket to the usher, the rush of walking into the arena. As a reporter, you ignore such things, mostly: You’re worried about Internet access, how far your seat is from the playing field, what your deadline is, yada yada yada.

But the last couple years since leaving the daily grind has made me appreciate being a fan even more. I plan to savor every moment tonight, and scream my lungs out, and curse anything in orange and black.

Should be a great time. It’s the Stanley Cup playoffs, what could be bad? For my hockey fan readers, here’s the alway s-goosebump-inducing Hockey Night in Canada 2014 playoff montage…

**Next up, this is definitely an event I will try to get tickets for: On July 5th the Brooklyn Cyclones minor league baseball team is holding a “Salute to Seinfeld” night at their game.

There will be Keith Hernandez “Magic Loogie” bobbleheads given out, the Cyclones will take batting practice in puffy uniform shorts (but they’re not playing in cotton uniforms, amazingly! Love that episode where George convinces the Yanks to play in cotton), and there’ll be an Elaine dance competition.
My favorite part is that the Cyclones’ home park is going to be renamed Vandelay Industries Park for the night, and latex salesmen get a special prize.

Can’t wait.

 

**And finally, nothing to see here, just a man skateboarding really fast with a handful of dogs on a leash:

 

 

The silver anniversary of the Buckner game. More proof life in 2011 is awesome. And another disgraceful newspaper exec

There was a great World Series game Monday. Texas beat St. Louis 4-2, and I have to admit I was captivated during the final innings, partly because I so enjoy watching Tony La Russa overmanage and ruin his team’s chances on a regular basis (I hate La Russa. Probably irrationally so. But I just think he’s a pompous ass who’s nowhere near as smart as he thinks he is. Also anyone notice that all-world superstar Albert Pujols has only gotten a hit in ONE of the five games played so far?)

But today I want to talk about a different World Series game. One that happened 25 years ago today.
Game 6. 1986. Mets. Red Sox. Bill Buckner.
I don’t think I have to say anymore. Even though I’ve always been a Yankees fan, I remember where I was that night. I was watching the game with my Dad in my parents bedroom (I was 11), and when the Sox took the lead 5-3, my Dad gave up on the game and went to sleep, while I stayed in the room to watch (my parents’ room had the good TV back then).

As the Mets started to come back, I woke him. When the Mets tied the game, I think all of New York was awake and screaming. And then poor Bill Buckner let the ball go through his legs, and became a totally unjustified goat all these years (Why don’t Sox fans blame Calvin Schiraldi and Bob Stanley just as much for the loss?).

It was one of the greatest moments in New York sports history.  You’ve all seen the Buckner clip 1,000 times, so I put the next best thing up above: An RBI Baseball re-creation of the inning, synced perfectly to Vin Scully’s wonderful play by play.
And Jason Gay of the Wall Street Journal wrote this excellent piece on memories from 25 years ago.

And of course, since Keith Hernandez is involved, how can I not show this? Maybe the funniest “Seinfeld” scene ever.

(And while we’re talking about Bill Buckner, a chance for me to plug books by my boy Jeff Pearlman (who’s on the NY Times bestseller list this week for his Walter Payton bio, whoo-hoo!), who wrote this fabulous tome on the 1986 Mets a few years ago. If you know a Mets fan or are one, check it out if only for the story about Rafael Santana peeing on a teammate’s head while passed out drunk on a bus. Truly epic.)

**So my sister calls me Monday night. She just got Verizon Fios cable TV service, which I’ve had for a few months.
“Did you know you can order from Cherry Valley (an awesome local deli where we live) through the TV?”
“No way” I shouted.
I then checked it out and within five minutes I was able to order a pastrami on rye (if I was hungry, which I wasn’t).
You can order food through your TV remote control and have it delivered to your door. Screw the iPhone, this is better!

Can’t wait until mid-December when it’s -12 degrees out and I order food through my TV.

**You know, I thought once I was out of the newspaper business full-time, stories like this would cease to anger me so. But nope. There are a lot of reasons my beloved journalism industry is dying, but sheer corporate greed is often overlooked.

Yet check out how the ex-CEO of Gannett made out upon retirement. This is a man, Craig Dubow, who fired thousands of employees and single-handedly helped ruin some wonderful newspapers.

Just despicable.