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“Billions” a new show I’m excited about. Tina Fey as Sarah Palin, hilarious again. And the supermarket freezer that can read your facial expression (seriously)

Damian Lewis as Bobby "Axe" Axelrod and Paul Giamatti as Chuck Rhoades in Billions (Season 1, Episode 1). - Photo: JoJo Whilden/SHOWTIME - Photo ID: Billions_101_5107.R

I’m a little hesitant to get too excited about TV shows too early in their run, because a lot of times they run out of steam pretty quickly (see, “Homeland,” “New Girl,” and “Nurse Jackie,” just to name a few).

But I had extremely high hopes for the new “Billions” show on Showtime that premiered two weeks ago, simply because of the two leads: Damian Lewis, so fantastic as Brody on “Homeland,” and Paul Giamatti, who’s been awesome in every movie I’ve ever seen him in, from “Cinderella Man,” to “Sideways” to “Private Parts.”

After two episodes, my verdict is this: Watch. This. Show. It’s damn good.

The plot is this: Chuck Rhoades (Giamatti) is the U.S attorney in Manhattan who prosecutes white-collar Wall Street crimes by day, and enjoys a little S&M with his wife at night (so far just one scene of that, but … man.) Bobby Axelrod (Lewis) is a billionaire hedge fund manager who rose up from nothing to become one of the richest men in the world. He’s smug, he’s arrogant, he’s charming, and Lewis plays him with just the right amount of likability.

Right away it’s established that Chuck is going to try to take down Axelrod, by any means necessary, and score his biggest criminal conviction yet. One possible complication? Chuck’s wife is Axelrod’s closest confidant, a sort-of “life coach meets problem-solver) for Axelrod’s firm.

The show is smartly written, really well acted by everyone (David Costabile, a great “That Guy” who played Gale on “Breaking Bad,” is also great as Axelrod’s consigliere at the firm) and has a lot of room to grow. I was fully hooked at the end of last week’s second episode, when Axelrod tells a great story about why he’s so determined to buy naming rights to an old NYC building from a family that’s owned it for decades.

I don’t know if “Billions” is going to stay this good, but we’re hooked. Sunday nights at 10 on Showtime.

Brody, it’s like we hardly knew ye.  Watch the trailer below.

**Next up, I meant to put this in the blog on Monday but it was running long already and I figured it’d still be funny two days later

And it is. Tina Fey, who really should win an Emmy or a Nobel Prize or something for playing Sarah Palin all these years, was back at it last week on “Saturday Night Live” since the former Governor of Alaska was in the news for endorsing The Donald. (By the way, a scary but pretty fantastic analysis of why Trump is likely to be the nominee was written by Josh Marshall of TPM on Tuesday; I still don’t think Trump will be the nominee in the end, but Marshall makes some excellent points, the best being: All these GOP leaders think they can mold him into whatever they want, since he has no principles of his own.)

From the opening line of the skit, Fey has me in hysterics. Enjoy.

**Finally today, I love stories about robots and machines taking over the world, and this is one I hadn’t heard before.

At the National Retail Federation’s Big Show in New York City last week, a  mind-blowing product was revealed: A grocery store freezer case that can help you decide what you want to buy by reading your facial expression through cameras installed on top of it. It makes suggestions and shares ingredients and product information by using the glass door in front as a screen.

There’s a camera on it that gives data on your facial expressions back to the companies whose products are inside, it analyzes who walks by by their gender and feeds real-time stats back to companies.

I, of course, have lots of questions: First, will people feel shame reaching for the Tombstone pizzas they know they shouldn’t eat, if a camera is watching? If enough people make sad faces at the brussels sprouts, will we finally be rid of them?
And most importantly, isn’t this just a little too creepy, even for 2016? I know we’re being watched everywhere, but a man (or woman) should be able to pig out and not have anyone notice.

Except, you know, the cashier in aisle 7, who’s totally judging you.

Sean Penn’s “60 Minutes” interview quite a display of amazing ego and self-love. R.I.P., Glenn Frey. And the “Donald Trump Jam” song is the scariest thing I’ve seen in years


I’ve been meaning to write about this bizarre Sean Penn/El Chapo interview/capture thing for a week now, because I’m fascinated by it on a lot of levels.
First, I’ve been highly amused at the journalistic “outrage” shared by those in my favorite profession; the social media and TV shouting from writers and commentators so upset that Penn agreed to let Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman see the story for Rolling Stone before it went to print.

Puh-leeze. Spare the outrage. 99.9 percent of the journalists I know would’ve cut off their right arm to score an exclusive interview with the most wanted man in two countries, and not lose any sleep about any pre-conditions.

Secondly, Penn’s obnoxiousness and chutzpah through this whole thing truly has been something to behold. Before the “60 Minutes” interview  (watch it at that link) and then in it, he basically blames the media for the drug war, and paints himself as some crusading “riding in on a white horse” dude who just wants to start a conversation.

I love that a guy with an ego as big as his had it revealed that El Chapo didn’t even know who Penn was! He just agreed to talk to him because he had the hots for that Mexican actress Kate del Castillo (who, I was reminded Tuesday, had a fabulous guest starring role on “Weeds” as Pilar, who was famously killed with a polo mallet by psycho child Shane).

Third, Penn seems positively upset and downcast in the interview when Charlie Rose suggests that he (Penn) helped lead the Mexican authorities to Guzman to capture him. Penn, who claims to be so distraught and angry over the drug problems in America, seems apologetic and feeling bad that he helped get the most notorious drug dealer in the world off the streets!

Sigh. Sean Penn. I liked him better when he was Spicoli. Watch that “60 Minutes” interview and see a man so in love with himself and his self-importance that he can’t even see that he actually did a good thing here,  by accident: El Chapo is back in prison.

Thanks Sean. You can go back to just acting now, please.

Next up, two things about someone I’m trying really, really hard not to write about or take seriously, the host of “The Apprentice.” First, you may have heard that a former Governor of Alaska endorsed him for President Tuesday, and even by Palin standards, her speech was a rambling, incoherent mess. I mean truly, she’s freaking incoherent. Just listen to a few minutes, please, I promise you’ll be entertained.

And second, yeah, the video above? It’s called “The Donald Trump Jam,” it was performed by those three little girls at a rally in Pensacola, Fla., the other day, and it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve seen in a long time.

Be afraid, be very afraid

**Finally, a few words on the death of Glenn Frey on Monday.

The Eagles have always been one of my favorite bands, cultural critics be damned, and it’s not an exaggeration to say I’ve listened to “Hotel California” at least 500 times, many of those in college when I may or may not have been under the influence of a certain substance.

I’ve loved so many of their songs, from “Desperado” to “The Last Resort,” but “Hotel California” really is their masterpiece, their epic. Frey and Don Henley wrote it together, and it’s magnificent, and Joe Walsh’s guitar solo toward the end is, to quote rock journalist William Miller from “Almost Famous,” incendiary.

The Eagles were an incredible collaboration between Frey and Henley, two massive egos on beautiful display in that fantastic “Eagles” documentary that was out a couple of years ago (if Showtime is smart, they’d be running it all week.) Their music was part country, part rock, part easy listening, but most of all it was just fantastic.

Glenn Frey co-founded a band that contributed enormously to music history. And he’ll be missed.


Jon Stewart on the GOP 2016 field: It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, but still funny. The real-life Doogie Howser who fooled a Florida hospital. And whale testicle-flavored beer? Sure, why not

So even though it’s still Jan. 2015, a whole bunch of Republicans are already running for President.

Which is sad for the good people of Iowa, who, a year from the caucus, are probably already sick of seeing old white men promising them the moon on their televisions.

But it’s wonderful for people like the great Jon Stewart, who really was shooting fish in a barrel this week, as he commented on the “Iowa Freedom Summit,” which is a ridiculous name for a gathering of a bunch of Presidential hopefuls put together by far, far, far right wingnut Rep. Steve King.

Of all the ridiculousness on display, though, none of the candidates touched Sarah Palin for sheer inanity.

Stewart saves her for last, but really the whole thing is pretty damn funny (If the clip above disappears, click here to watch it.)

**Next up, it’s been awhile since I’ve given you a crazy news story from the state of Florida. Not because there hasn’t been weird news from Florida, I’ve just not blogged about it.

But this one, pointed out to me by loyal friend and reader Mike T., is too good to ignore. A 17-year-old kid in West Palm Beach pretended to be a doctor at a clinic for a whole month before anyone noticed or realized he wasn’t a physician.

Yep, the youngish-looking dude with a white coat and stethescope making the rounds at St. Mary’s Medical Center was channeling his inner Doogie Howser (I’m sure you had a Vinnie Delpino in his life as well).

My favorite part of this story is the quote at the :43 mark. I mean, it’s pretty funny, but also pretty scary, right?

**And finally, I’m not much of a beer drinker, as anyone who knows me can attest (serioiusly, I don’t like the taste of it, and after 1 1/2 beers I’m pretty much unsafe to drive), but even for hard-core Norm Petersons out there, this has to be pretty gross, right?

A company in Finland called Stedji Brewery has decided to make a beer flavored with smoked whale testicles for the annual month-long winter celebration of Thorri, (honoring the God Thor, of course). It’s called Hvalur 2, and made with the balls of the endangered fin whale.

Not only is this a pretty disgusting use of whale fin, but who the hell would want to drink this?

“We work the testicle by the old traditional way,” brewery co-owner Dabjartur Arilíusson told Beverage Daily. “We smoke it with dried sheep shit.” This method gives it a unique smoked flavor, and we also get a bit of the meaty taste in the beer.”

Man, would I love to see what the commercials for this beer would look like…

A weekend visit to D.C., aka “Shutdown Central.” A funny take on Columbus Day. And Bill Maher, nailing it yet again


Sorry there was no post on Monday; your humble correspondent just returned late Monday night from a trip down the Atlantic Coast. Had a small reunion of some of my college newspaper friends in Philadelphia (more on that tomorrow), then a family engagement party at my wife’s aunt’s house in Baltimore, followed by two fantastic days in Washington, D.C.

Yes, a few months ago a Washington, D.C., Columbus Day weekend seemed filled with promise. All the museums! The World War II Memorial and MLK Jr. Memorial, two things that weren’t there the last time I visited! All the…

Um, yeah, it wasn’t quite what we expected. The government shutdown has closed 95 percent of the usual tourist-y things I would’ve wanted to do, but we still made the best of it and had a great two days in the nation’s capital. As usual when I take a trip, I have lots of bullet-point thoughts:

— Best thing by far we did was visit the Newseum, something I’ve wanted to to for a long time. The Newseum is the First Amendment/Media museum located on Pennsylvania Avenue, and as a journalist I knew I would love it from the moment I heard it existed. It’s got a history of newspapers with ancient front pages, displays and tributes to coverage of 9/11, the Civil War, and the JFK assassination, really cool interactive exhibits, it was fantastic.

We were there for five hours on Sunday and an hour on Monday (a one-day ticket was good for both days), and I could’ve stayed even longer. I highly recommend it.

— It was disturbingly quiet in downtown D.C., obviously because of the now two-weeks old shutdown. Plenty of room to walk on the sidewalks, and very little car traffic.

What gets lost in all the b.s. posturing in the media is how much this is affecting real people, like the hotel concierge who told us he lost a ton of reservations this weekend, including a 300-person strong school group, and the restaurant waiter who told me their business has fallen off dramatically. People’s businesses and lives are being majorly damaged, like any of the politicians give a damn.

— We were a few blocks away from the protest at the WWII Memorial, so I can’t report first-hand on it, but let me just say that Sarah Palin and Ted Bleepin’ Cruz leading a rally of people protesting the government shutdown is just… there’s not a big enough megaphone in the world for that pot to call the kettle black, you know what I’m sayin’?

–Have said this before and I’ll say it again: The D.C. Metro is the most efficient, cleanest, best subway system I’ve been on anywhere (cue all my readers who live there gasping in horror). I don’t know, maybe I’ve been lucky, but all 4-5 times I’ve been in D.C. and ridden the Metro it’s been great.

**Next up, a bit of an “alternative” look at the man we got Monday off for, Christopher Columbus. Comedian Hari Kondabolu takes a look at Columbus and doesn’t come away impressed. I laughed a few times…

**Finally today, I always forget to throw some Bill Maher brilliance on the blog, but I happened to see this on the hotel TV Friday night and laughed pretty hard. It’s Maher, taking on Michele Bachmann, Antonin Scalia, and the sheer lunacy of the belief that the End Times are near and that the Devil walks among us.

Senator Ted Cruz, the craziest of the Tea Party crazies. “The Goldbergs” disappointingly stinks. And a classic cover of a Led Zeppelin tune

As disgusted as I am by the Tea Party’s attempt to completely destroy the U.S. government and cram their agenda down the majority’s throat, part of me is oddly fascinated by one thing: Who can be the craziest of the crazy?

I mean let’s face it, it’s a pretty high bar for a person to clear. Sarah Palin is pretty nutty, as is Rand Paul. If you really want to be the most insane in the Tea Party, you’ve got to be more of a lunatic than Steve King, and more batshit-crazy than Michelle Bachmann.

I wasn’t sure anyone could beat that group. But happily, I’ve been proven wrong over the last few months: Senator Ted Cruz of Texas is way crazier than all of them.
Cruz is against affordable health care for all Americans, and over the past week he’s gone to extreme lengths to show it. If you haven’t been following, he demanded that the Senate strip the funding for Obamacare in the budget, or he’d shut down the federal government.
When the Senate said no, he then tried to get his fellow Republicans on board to filibuster the already-passed by the lunatics “Defund Obamacare” bill, the bill that Cruz and his fellow Republicans already are in favor of.
So he wanted to get everyone on board against a bill they all agreed upon!

Shockingly, that didn’t work. So Sen. Cruz took the Senate floor Tuesday and filibustered his little heart out (watch him read “Green Eggs and Ham” above), and for all I know he’s going to go all night.

Folks, this man makes Rick Perry look calm and rational. It would be even more hilarious if it wasn’t so scary. This schmuck might actually get enough of his cronies on board to shut down the federal government next week. All because he just cannot live in a world where people get affordable health care.

So congrats, Ted Cruz, you’re the world champion of crazy, 2013.


**I had high hopes for the new ABC show “The Goldbergs,” for a bunch of reasons. One is that it’s set in the 1980s, and as anyone who knows me well will attest, I am in some ways still stuck in that decade that defined my childhood. I love all things 80s (movies, music, etc.) and figured a show that would bring us back to that glorious decade would be great.
Second, it stars Jeff Garlin, who’s very funny in real life and on “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”
And third, it was drawing comparisons to “The Wonder Years,” one of my all-time favorite shows.
But after watching the premiere Tuesday, man, was I disappointed. The only thing it had in common with “The Wonder Years” was the adult voice-over narration, and even that was annoying.
“The Goldbergs” was stupid, it was loud (everyone on the show screamed most of their lines), and it took its characters in wildly different directions several times during a mere 22-minute episode.
I only half-laughed once, during an R.E.O. Speedwagon car sing-along between the father and the idiot son.
I know several families named Goldberg, and I think if we gave them a sitcom it would’ve been 10 times better than this.
Just a real bummer.

**Finally, this clip has been on the Internet for a while, but I just got a chance to see it Tuesday, and it was beautiful.
At the Kennedy Center honors last December, there was a tribute to Led Zeppelin, including this gorgeous cover of “Stairway to Heaven.”

Pretty awesome that the Wilson sisters could bring Robert Plant to tears. Just beautiful.

Fatherhood makes men’s testosterone drop. The Glen Rice-Sarah Palin fling: Wow. And Spacey channels the greats

This story in the New York Times the other day had me asking all sorts of questions.

According to a study in the scientific journal The Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, the testosterone level in men drops significantly after they become a father.
And what’s even more interesting is that the more they are involved in their kid’s upbringing (reading them stories, changing diapers, etc.) the more the testosterone seems to drop.
On one hand, as a non-scientist, I might be able to explain this. When a man does child-rearing things like cleaning up dirty poopy diapers and reading the kid a bedtime story, his natural male aggressive instincts might be lowered.
And this is a good thing, I think. We’re so conditioned as men that testosterone is everything, we have to have a lot of it, yada yada yada.
But if being a good father makes me have less testosterone, then sign me up right now. There are millions of other men who are so caught up in their own selves that they would see this study as a problem.
I see it as a welcome scientific sign that testosterone has nothing to do with how good of a man you are.

**Stumbled across this on YouTube tonight and it made me laugh hard, yet again. Kevin Spacey, channeling Marlon Brando, Christopher Walken, Johnny Carson, and Al Pacino:

**Finally, this totally jolted me awake Wednesday morning. According to Joe McGuiness’ new book on Sarah Palin due out soon, everyone’s favorite right-wing nutjob had a one-night stand with NBA star Glen Rice when he was playing in a college tournament in Alaska in 1987.

This was a year before she met Todd, so clearly basketball players didn’t do it for her, but snow-machine racers did.
I just can’t wrap my head around this one. The best comments from Twitter that I saw on this: “I wonder if she could see Russia from on top of Glen Rice (Chris Jones said that one), and my friend Rob Kalesse saying “she was on him like white on rice, baby.”

Anthony Weiner and the rule politicians always ignore. A stunning hockey game. And Jon Stewart shreds Trump, defends NY pizza hilariously.

Since I’m sure you or someone you know is talking about it today, some thoughts I had on the Anthony Weiner texting dirty pictures scandal:

— I don’t know why politicians (or celebrities in general) never, ever, ever learn from other people’s experience. The absolute No. 1 rule, as any PR person or anyone with a brain in their head can tell you, is that when a scandal breaks, never lie. Once the news is out there, tell the truth, as much truth as you can.
Because just like in Watergate and so many other controversies, this Anthony Weiner thing got worse because he lied.
Speak up with the facts immediately once you’re caught, and you’ll take some lumps for a few days. But do something incredibly stupid like lie and obfuscate and stammer and THEN, a week or so later, finally admit what we knew all along, just makes you look like a pompous jackass.
Weiner’s political career is probably cooked (sorry, couldn’t resist the pun). And it’s as it should be. The man was a rising star in the Democratic party, but he’s clearly shown he’s too stupid to lead. Again, the act itself, (basically sending a dirty email) isn’t that offensive.
It’s the cover-up, the lying and the sheer recklessness that bothers me the most.

– I pictured headline writers at the New York tabloids giddy with excitement Monday night, as thousands of weiner-related headlines ran through their heads.

— So much of political sex scandals are about ego. Bill Clinton, certainly. Gary Hart, no doubt. But a small-time Congressman from New York, how big of an ego could you possibly have when you’re just a Congressman?

— Finally, this question remains above all others: Did he think Twitter was somehow private? Even if he thought he was sending a personal “direct message” on the site, doesn’t he know how often Twitter feeds get hacked? Again, stupidity reigns. I swear, some of these guys are such morons with their careless behavior (see Spitzer, Eliot) that I think subconsciously they want to get caught.

**Insane hockey game in the Stanley Cup Finals Monday night. After scoring two goals in two games and losing both of ’em, the Boston Bruins erupted for an 8-1 win over Vancouver. Now we’ve got a series.

There was great hitting, some fighting, some dirty play, and all kinds of interesting stuff going on last night.
But for my money, this was the play of the game (above), Bruins goalie Tim Thomas throwing a body-check. Love it when goalies act like skaters…

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I love Jon Stewart, as you know if you come here often. And his rants are almost always funny.
But this one, this one had tears coming out of my eyes, I was laughing so hard. I think I may have woken up the neighbors, my chuckling was so loud.
It’s from last week, when Mr. Stewart heard about Sarah Palin and Donald Trump having pizza together in NY.
On behalf of all NY’ers, Jon, thank you for defending the honor of one of our civic treasures:

Cenk Uygur’s plea to the left on Obama. Carl Lewis runs (literally) for office. And the 2012 dream ticket

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So there’s this guy named Cenk Uygur who has become sort of a new liberal media darling.
He writes for a lot of websites and hosts an Internet show called “The Young Turks,” and quite frankly I have no idea how to pronounce his name.
But he’s a talented writer and a smart guy, and he wrote an outstanding essay this week summing up what me and lots of other liberals are feeling right now: Frustration that Barack Obama doesn’t give a damn about us, the people who worked so hard to help him get elected. Uygur asks that liberals put pressure on Obama and force him to move left, but I really don’t see that happening. He knows there’s no way he’s going to lose us, so he’d rather move as far center as possible.
I’m pretty sure this is the last day I’m going to waste time being angry about the budget thing, by the way. But I’m still kinda angry.

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**Here’s a story that made me happy. Olympic track legend Carl Lewis, who I think would be a fantastic subject for a good biography some day (maybe by me? “Lewis on Lewis” we could call it!), is running for office. He wants to be a state senator representing Willingboro, New Jersey.
I have no idea what Lewis’ political views are, I just love that he’s in the news so I can drag out this old clip again (above). It never stops being funny.

**Finally, it’s starting. Oh sweet heavens to Betsy, it’s starting. A reputable news outlet, the Christian Science Monitor, has begun the speculation. About what could be the Republican ticket in 2012.
You may as well start praying for it now.
Trump-Palin 2012! Seriously, the idea is being floated.
There aren’t enough words in the language of English to describe my joy if those two nut-jobs are the GOP ticket. As Roger Ebert pointed out on Twitter, how would two people with such massive egos decide who got to be the Prez nominee? And could their egos and wardrobes fit in the same room together?
Oh please let this happen. Please, please, please!

The Rangers are in the playoffs, and I am happy. Colbert has Beck withdrawl. And Gail Collins hits a home run

Good news for Wide World of Stuff readers who like hockey: I’ll be writing about it more for a little while now that my New York Rangers have crawled into the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Bad news for Wide World of Stuff readers who don’t like hockey: I’ll be writing about it a little more now that my New York Rangers have crawled into the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Oh don’t worry, this baby won’t turn into All Pucks, All the time (though when I was a hockey writer in New York, one time some fans who were mad at something I wrote held up a “Trade Lewis for Pucks” sign. I was so proud. Gotta find the picture of that sign.)
But whew, the Rangers did so many good things this season that to see them miss the playoffs in the last game of the season for the second year in a row would’ve been wildly painful.
As it is, my boys beat the Devils Saturday, then lucked out when Carolina gagged, losing to Tampa 6-2, allowing the Rangers to clinch the eighth and final spot in the East.

Can they now beat Washington, the top seed? Well, the Rangers took ’em to 7 games a couple years ago, and won three of four from the Caps this season … nah, it won’t happen. But I’m still totally psyched for playoff hockey, starting Wednesday.

**I missed this last week but a Facebook friend alerted me to it, and I laughed pretty hard.
Stephen Colbert, afraid he’ll be missing Glenn Beck, has prepared accordingly:

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**A hat tip to my friend and fellow WordPress blogger Dave Markowitz (he writes about baseball and music)  for tipping me off to this outstanding column by Gail Collins, once again delightfully tweaking the insane Donald Trump. Seriously, when even Marco Rubio is telling Trump to cool down, that should be a sign.

Still, as I said last week a GOP prez debate involving Trump, Palin and Romney would immediately attain “save until I delete” status on my DVR.

A feel-good story about a 10-year-old and the Fridge. Betting on WrestleMania. And anyone wanna run against Obama?

It’s Wednesday morning, I’m up ridiculously early (for me, anyway) and I need a feel-good story to get my day going.
Fortunately, I found one pretty easily.
You may remember William “The Refrigerator” Perry, the incredibly fun, incredibly fat former Chicago Bear who scored touchdowns and smiled and just generally looked goofy during the Bears’ 1985 Super Bowl run.
Well, the Fridge has fallen on hard times in recent years; the terrific wordsmith Tom Friend wrote a fantastic story on Perry in February, detailing his failing health, his weight issues, and his incessant drinking.
So much is going wrong for Perry these days, that something like this happening is just wonderful. A 10-year-old boy from Pittsburgh named Cliff Forrest Jr., spent $8,500 of his college fund to buy back Perry’s lost Super Bowl ring, and then flew to Chicago last weekend to present it back to Perry.
I know, I know, the kid should save his money for college. But read this quote from the kid, and smile as I did, and feel good about the future:
“I Googled Mr. Perry and saw that he had a disease and had to sell (the ring) because of rough times,” young Cliff said. “He only played in one Super Bowl. I thought he would want it more than I did.”

What a great kid. I hope the Bears (or the Steelers) or someone honors this kid for a truly selfless act, and one that may have given a dying man a few more happy moments.

**So this cracked me up. A gambling website called Bodog.com actually took wagers on who would win the matches at last Sunday’s WrestleMania.
So let me get this straight: A gambling site was taking bets on a sporting event where the outcome was pre-arranged? Fixed? Totally not legit?
I was wondering how in the world Bodog was going to explain this. For the answer, check out their reasoning here.

**So, you know, it’s April 2011, the Iowa caucuses are like eight months away, and other than Donald Trump, there don’t appear to be any Republicans willing to admit they’re running for President. I mean, no one is dipping a toe in except for Newt Gingrich and Trump, who’s such a ridiculous candidate he makes Sarah Palin look like Margaret Thatcher.
It’s weird how no one is willing to say they’re running. It’s getting a little late in the game, fellas of the GOP, party of the intolerant, lover of all things wealthy. What are they so afraid of? That Obama’s TOO popular right now (he isn’t). Is this a big game of chicken, with everyone waiting to see who else will dive in first? Are they all waiting to see if Palin is really going to run?
It’s kinda baffling. I don’t know why they’re all such scaredy-cats.
We know most of them are certifiably crazy, anyway, so why not throw your dunce cap in the ring and let America have a look at you?
I welcome a debate among Palin, Michelle Bachmann, Mitt Romney and Donald Trump.
Because I want to see how many times my head would explode.