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Ted Koppel calmly eviscerates Hannity, and it’s beautiful. An awesome commercial for “Los Pollos Hermanos.” And a couple of fantastic games Sunday leave us with a wild Final Four.

Longtime readers of my blog (both of you) know I’m a big fan of “CBS Sunday Morning.”
I love the stories they do, I love the humor, the human interest pieces that Steve Hartman does, I love the “Moment of Nature” at the end of each episode (hey, I live in the concrete jungle of New York City, I don’t get that much “real” nature on a regular basis), I love all of it.

But as usual right now, I’m a few weeks behind in my viewing. So there’s a very good chance I would have had no idea about the beautiful piece of television that aired Sunday morning, if it hadn’t kind of blown up on the Internet.

Ted Koppel, a broadcast journalist of the highest integrity and credibility, did a story on the “divide” between America right now, politically. It didn’t cover all that much new territory except for provoking some really good, frank talk between Koppel and human-sewage-dressed-in-an-Armani-suit Sean Hannity, the Fox News host who is Donald Trump’s No.1 fan and maybe Trump’s only rival in the lying department.

Anyway, I very much enjoyed the above clip, whereas Hannity asks Koppel, after some back and forth, “Do you think I’m bad for America?” and Koppel replies, “Yeah.”

I highly recommend watching the whole story here. Hannity comes off at his smarmy worst, while Koppel gently tries to explain why he feels the way he does.

As a man on Twitter named Nick Jack Pappas said, “Sean Hannity debating Ted Koppel about real journalism is like a 5-year-old debating his dad about the rules of the house.”

**Next up today, I worship “Breaking Bad” and think that after two seasons, “Better Call Saul” is on its way to becoming almost as good.

With Season 3 coming up soon, and the introduction of Gus Fring to this new/old world, AMC and “Better Call Saul” have come up with this awesome promo/commercial for the famous “Los Pollos Hermanos” restaurant Gus ran.
This cracked me up pretty hard, knowing what we know about what “Pollos” really was about.

**Finally today, I don’t think anyone in their right minds could’ve predicted this NCAA Tournament’s Final Four. (Well, OK, 657 people on ESPN.com’s bracket challenge did, but come on, nobody ACTUALLY thought South Carolina was going to make it, they were just picking the Gamecocks to be different).
We’ve got a one of a kind Final Four, it feels like to me, because half the field has never been here before, one hasn’t been here since before Pearl Harbor was attacked, and the other is basketball royalty.
Gonzaga, Oregon, South Carolina and North Carolina have made it, and it’s unlike any other Final Four I remember.  After a couple of snoozer games on Saturday, we got two absolute beauties on Sunday.
Some thoughts from my brain, which is still a little scrambled from actually rooting for hated Duke rival UNC to win on Sunday (yeah, I hate John “Satan” Calipari that much):

— The Gamecocks are really a wonderful story, even if I’m still a little mad they beat Duke last weekend. This team hadn’t won an NCAA Tournament game since 1973, and now thanks to a suffocating defense and Sindarius Thornwell (above, and what a great moniker he’s got, like a cross between a Harry Potter character and a 19th-century U.S. Senator) they’re going to the Final Four. OK, their head coach (Frank Martin) is a raving lunatic, but this is a terrific team that’s gelled at the right time. Good for them. Also, Martin gets major kudos for how he dealt with a SI for Kids reporter the other night:

— Gotta be happy for Gonzaga, too, after so many years of being really good but not good enough to make the Final 4, that they’ve finally done it. OK, OK, so they didn’t have the toughest path to make it; that’s not their fault. A clean program that’s built themselves from nothing into a legit power.

— That UNC-UK game Sunday night was sensational, even if I loathe both teams and programs. The last minute was just superb, between Kentucky’s Malik Monk sinking two remarkable 3-pointers, to Carolina’s Luke Maye (a former walk-on!) making two fantastic plays (the long pass to Justin Jackson for a layup, and then of course his game-winning shot) and you know what the best part of the last minute was? Each team’s coach just let the players play, and didn’t strangle the game with timeout after timeout.

And yes, I was having a hard time being happy that the Tar Heels, who me and everyone else keeps saying is being damaged by this academic fraud scandal, have now made two Final Fours in a row. But Kentucky and slick Satan Calipari, who gets SO much talent every year, and is so arrogant about it every year (as are UK’s fans), has now won just one national title in eight seasons there.

Shouldn’t those demanding Wildcats fans expect more?

— Oh and by the way, someone wrote this this weekend but I can’t for the life of me remember where I read it: How come CBS cameras never show Kentucky superfan Ashley Judd in the crowd anymore? We used to get inundated by shots of the actress, screaming, cheering, yelling, all that good stuff, and now we never see her. Is she no longer at the games? Have all basketball cameramen everywhere made some sort of pact never to show her again? I’m brimming with questions.

— Seeing billionaire Phil Knight cut down the nets as Oregon advanced to the Final Four just gives you all the feels, doesn’t it?


A hilarious teacher’s contract from 1922: Women weren’t trusted too much. And Jon Stewart takes on GOP “victimhood.”

So far after three weeks of grad school, I’ve learned that my grades may be about what they were 15 years ago (hey, I’m still a B student, I haven’t lost my touch for slightly above-average work!) and that some teachers back in the day had it rough.
Take this hilarious (in hindsight) document my professor gave us the other night. It’s a 1922 Teacher’s Contract for women. For the salary of $75 per month, this is what women had to agree to (My comments in italics)

1. Not to get married. This contract becomes null and void if the teacher marries.
2. Not to have company with men.
3. To be at home between the hours of 8 p.m. and 6 a.m. unless in attendance at a school function (what if they had to go to the store to buy milk?)
4. Not to loiter downtown in ice cream stores (by far my favorite stipulation. What the hell was going on at ice cream stores in the 1920s? Were they bootlegging liquor or selling cocaine or something? Man, that Baskin-Robbins has always been known as a drug haven)

5. Not to leave town any time without the permission of the Chairman of the Trustees.
6. Not to smoke cigarettes.
7. Not to drink beer, wine or whiskey (but vodka was OK, apparently)
Not to ride in a carriage or automobile with any man except her brother or father (so not only no husbands, but no boyfriends either?)
9. Not to dress in bright colors.
10. Not to dye their hair.
11. To wear at least two petticoats (TWO? What if it’s 85 degrees in May, they’ve still got to be all bundled up? Cruel and unusual punishment. UPDATE: I’m an idiot for not knowing what a petticoat is. An alert female reader friend of mine, A.T.,  tells me it’s an undergarment for a skirt. Apologies for the mistake. Still, I think it’s crazy that they had to wear two.)
12. Not to wear dresses more than 2 inches above the ankle.
13. To keep the schoolroom clean, including scrubbing the floor weekly with soap and hot water.
And finally…
14. Not to wear face powder, mascara or to paint lips.

So there you go. Obey all 14 of those items, and you, too could’ve been a 1922 teacher.
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**Jon Stewart was on his game again Wednesday night, calling out the blatant hypocrisy (and really, it’s more than hypocrisy. There needs to be a stronger word than hypocrisy here) of the Republicans crying victimhood. During the last Sean Hannity quote of this sketch, I really thought Jon Stewart’s head might explode:

My five favorite years. And Michael Steele, the gift that keeps on giving

So just for fun, with the new year upon us, and so many people talking about this being “their best year ever,” I thought about what the five favorite years of my life have been:

1. 2003. Really, just for the last two months of the year, and specifically, Dec. 13. That’s the day I met my wife. Hard to pick a better year than that.

2. 2004. Was totally happy in all areas of my life: loved my job, was in the first few blissful months of a relationship, and almost helped get a man nominated for President (volunteer work for John Edward in New Hampshire, so much fun working with others for a common cause).

3. 2007. Got married, and had an amazing honeymoon in Paris. Course, the wedding day itself was wonderful. All the stress leading up to it? Eh, not so much.

4. 1993: Graduated from Commack High School (shockingly, I wasn’t valedictorian; those 187 people ahead of me must’ve played less Nintendo) and a few months later started college. Started four great years filled with wonderful people and experiences at the U. of Delaware.

5. 1997: Finally got out into the real world, graduating college and moving to North Carolina, where I got my first real dose of the South. That year, it involved people telling me to “slow down, you’re talking too fast,” being called “honey” and “sugar” by waitresses, and learning the glory that is a “meat and three” restaurant. (Delicious).

**Been out of the political loop for a few weeks, but was delighted to see Michael Steele saying stupid things again in the last few days. Our favorite GOP party chairman just loves acting and talking like a fool, and he’s back at it.  First Mr. Steele went on Fox News and promised that the No. 1 priority for Republicans in 2010 is to repeal the health care bill, something that hasn’t even passed yet.

Forget that health care reform is wildly popular, and that presenting your party’s best idea and No. 1 goal as defeating something that’s already passed, instead of coming up with new ideas, isn’t exactly a winning electoral strategy.

But then, because Michael Steele just loves saying dumb things, he was at it again Monday. He was on Sean Hannity’s show (always a bastion of fair debate), and said the GOP wasn’t going to take back the House in the 2010 elections. Then he said even if they did, they might not be ready to lead.

Attaway to fire up your candidates there, Mike! Can you give a pep talk to the Jets this Saturday?

I love Michael Steele.