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Good News Friday: James Corden and Billy Crystal re-create a classic movie scene, perfectly. A little boy discovers the joy of jumping in puddles. And police officers in Washington rush to a scene of a snowball fight, and join in.

And a Happy Friday to all you cats and kittens out there (sorry, was channeling my inner Alan Freed there. Look him up, kids). Hope you are doing wonderful today and you’ve got your Valentine’s Day shopping done, always important to remember that day, fellas.

Lots of good stuff out there this week to make you feel better as we head into the weekend, but I have to start with this brilliant James Corden-Billy Crystal clip from Corden’s show the other night.

The movie “When Harry Met Sally” is one of my all-time Top 5 favorites, and it should be legally-required viewing for every American. The most famous scene, of course, from that classic, is Meg Ryan’s fake-orgasm scene in the deli.

Well, Corden and Crystal kinda sorta recreated it this week, and it’s freaking fantastic (they even got the detail right of what one of the other customers was wearing in the background!). I laughed really hard.

**Next up today, police officers in Duvall, Wash. showed up in the middle of a winter storm to a playground where kids were having a snowball fight, and got totally into the spirit of it.

I love this. So nice to see officers letting kids be kids.

**And finally today, one more video that made me smile. A Twitter user named Mikel Jollett posted this video of his son discovering the joy of jumping in puddles, and it made me think of the day, about three years ago now, when my oldest son Nate and I were in the park near our apartment, and I showed him the joy of leaping into a puddle and getting all wet.

He giggled and giggled and jumped into that puddle at that playground for about 20 minutes, and I will take that memory with me until the day I die.

I hope this kid, and my kid, never loses that innocent joy.

The pictures of the year are pretty amazing. Can we go a week without a major celebrity death already? Remembering Carrie Fisher. And an Australian punches a kangaroo in the face to save his dog

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One of my favorite things to look at the end of December every year are the pictures of the year. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a photography nerd, but I’m always fascinated by how photojournalists get these amazing, iconic shots all the time, and how the power of photographs can change the world (think of the 1960s civil rights photos, for example. The pictures of ferocious dogs attacking African-American peaceful protesters in the South absolutely had a role in changing public opinions about segregation.)

As always there was a motherlode of great photos taken around the world this year; the one above is my favorite, taken by Jae S. Lee of the Dallas Morning News in September. It literally looks like there’s a ghost player on the field, but it’s just No. 62’s helmet popping off at the exact right moment for the photographer.

Here’s another one I love, at protests in Baton Rouge, La. after another killing of an African-American by police:

 

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If you want to see more amazing shots, check out the BBC’s collection here (the Usain Bolt one is pretty spectacular), the Washington Post’s choices are here , and the New York Times’ photos of the year are here

**Next up today, 2016 just continues to pummel us with celebrities dying way too young, not even giving us the last few days of the year without some tragic news.

Carrie Fisher will always be known first and foremost as the beautiful Princess Leia in the “Star Wars” movies; that was such an iconic role in movies that have been seen by millions and millions of people.

But to me, her real acting triumph came in one of my all-time favorite flicks, the incomparable “When Harry Met Sally.” As Marie, Sally’s best friend, she brings humor and wisdom in the package of a forever-single, constantly-scheming woman of the 1980s. She ends up with Bruno Kirby’s character Jess, giving us even more humor together.

Carrie Fisher didn’t have an easy life; she was the daughter of two huge celebrities (Eddie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds), struggled with bipolar disorder, and never quite reached the heights of “Star Wars,” again.

But she was a terrific actress and should be remembered for openly confronting her mental illness with humor and grace.

**Finally today, this video went viral a few weeks ago but yours truly just heard about it the other day. It’s pretty incredible and strange: An Australian man saw his dog in trouble, with a kangaroo having a headlock around the pooch.

So the man did what any of us would do: He punched the kangaroo in the face.  The expression on the kangaroo’s mug after the punch (around the :30 mark) is pretty amazing.

I do not condone violence against animals, but this is such a bizarre video, it was mesmerizing. When do you ever go toe-to-toe with a kangaroo?

A 105-year-old woman throws out a great first pitch. “When Harry Met Sally” turns 25. And a great parody of Nike’s terrific Jeter commercial

Agnes McKee, I am in awe of you.

She’s 105 years old, lives in Oceanside, Calif., and Sunday she threw out the first pitch at a San Diego Padres game.

This woman was born in 1909. Teddy Roosevelt had just finished his second term as President, World War I was still years away, and radio wasn’t even a big deal then, much less television.

Amazing. She was asked what her secret to longevity was, and she replied “I have no idea.”

I love the windmill delivery, too.

“When Harry Met Sally” was the best romantic comedy ever, says me. But it makes me feel old to read on Mental Floss’ website today that it came out 25 years ago.
As they do with a lot of classic movies and TV shows, Mentalm Floss gives us 15 facts you probably didn’t know about the flick, including that the original ideas for casting included Albert Brooks and Molly Ringwald (Man, would that have been a different movie!), and that Nora Ephron absolutely hated the title, and that Bruno Kirby’s character was based on Rob Reiner in real life.

Check out more about “When Harry met Sally” here, and of course, above is my favorite part of the movie, the love stories of the older couples (“I rode up nine extra floors just to keep talking to her. Nine extra floors.”)

**Next up, Nike has put together a goosebump-inducing commercial to honor Derek Jeter’s final season in major league baseball. It’s been airing since the All-Star Game, and it’s fantastic.

And of course, because there are awesome people who do stuff like this on the Internet, there’s now a parody commercial starring the much-less beloved (downright loathed, I’d say) Alex Rodriguez. (Definitely NSFW, by the way). Hilarious.

 

My 10 favorite movies of all-time. And a way-cool helmet-cam look at hockey.

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I’ve had two conversations with different people in the last week talking about our favorite movies of all time.

It’s a conversation I’ve had with a lot of people, actually, over the years, because just about everyone I’ve ever met can rattle off their top 3 or 4 movies off the top of their head (my wife is not one of those people; when we talked about movies in one of our first-ever conversations, she was pretty stumped when I asked her favorite. I only counted that against her a little bit).

So, because I’ve never done this before on the blog, and because I’m always looking to spark a little debate, here are my 10 favorite movies ever. Not saying these are the greatest ever, just the ones that mean the most to me.

Argue away…

1. Field of Dreams: It has occupied this list since the first time I saw it in about 1990 or so. Perfect combination of acting, writing, and a little bit of magic. I used to have the James Earl Jones speech at the end memorized and would recite it to my family on command. Seen this film probably 50 times, and love it each time even more.

2. The Princess Bride: To quote the great Joe Posnanski, “there are two kinds of people in the world: People who love this movie, and people who don’t have a heart.” Funniest movie I’ve ever seen, and eminently re-watchable.

3. Say Anything: The best of all the Cameron Crowe movies, which is saying something. Early John Cusack, a brilliant script, and it captures the late 1980s high school vibe better than anything else. Plus, the scene at the Gas ‘N’ Sip with Jeremy Piven (below) is classic.

4. Hoosiers: Best sports movie ever in my book. Love Gene Hackman in this, and the great visuals of Indiana basketball in the 1950s. I own a Jimmy Chitwood No. 15 jersey, that’s how much I love this movie.

5. Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: Wildly underrated flick; I’m amazed when I meet someone who hasn’t seen it. Steve Martin and John Candy, road-tripping from Chicago to New York. Too many funny scenes to recount, but “Those Aren’t Pillows?” is among the finest.

6. Goodfellas: I will, and have previously, argue with anyone who says “The Godfather” is better. The story of Henry Hill’s rise as a gangster is so damn good. De Niro and Pesci are great, the script is fantastic, and Marty Scorsese (especially in the famous kitchen of the Copa scene, above) directs beautifully.

7. When Harry Met Sally: Best romantic comedy ever; to call it a rom-com is almost an insult. Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan have perfect chemistry, Bruno Kirby and Carrie Fisher are great too (“you made a woman meow?”), and the late great Nora Ephron’s script is perfect.

8. Fargo: The Coen Brothers have made a lot of great films, but this is their masterpiece. William H. Macy, Steve Buscemi and the great Frances McDormand in a kidnapping tale gone way wrong. So dark, and so brilliant.

9. Almost Famous: Yes, I’ve got two Cameron Crowe movies in my Top 10. “Almost Famous” is just another perfect movie. Patrick Fugit in the role of his life, Kate Hudson never better, and Billy Crudup as the perfect “guitar player with mystique” in a 1970s rock band. So many amazing lines and scenes; my favorite is William dancing with Penny and saying “I’m about to boldly go where many men have gone before.”

Course, this scene’s not bad, either:

10. 12 Angry Men: Very close call here at No. 10; I easily could’ve gone with “Coming To America,” “Midnight Run,” or “American Beauty. ”

But the story of Juror No. 8 (Henry Fonda) convincing 11 other men of a young son’s innocence in the death of his father has stuck with me ever since I first saw it as a kid. Such spare, terrific acting, the whole movie takes place in one room, and it’s riveting as hell.

**Finally today, I always love videos that show us a different view of sports we’re all so familiar with.  So I thought this was really cool: A minor league hockey referee wore a GoPro helmet cam during a Dec. 20 game, along with his regular microphone, and the sights and sounds we get to hear are really great.

I especially love how harshly he talks to players who are trying to get an extra punch in after the whistle (around the 2:30 mark), and just how much stuff a ref has to deal with.

Really cool idea, and I hope it catches on in the NHL.

Good News Friday: 2 short videos to make you feel good about marriage. And the paraplegic surfer: a tale of courage and will

Man, good news breaking out all over the place this week. Thursday an actual real, live, immigration reform bill was passed in the Senate, and my Brooklyn Nets made an outstanding (albeit one-sided) trade to get future Hall of Famers Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett from the Celtics).

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Happy Friday. Since marriage, and who’s allowed to get married (now everyone can, says the Supremes) has been so much in the news this week, wanted to start off today with a story and a clip both highlighting the awesomeness of love.

First, meet 81-year-old Cynthia Riggs, a mystery writer who lives on Martha’s Vineyard. Sixty years ago she had a friendship with a man she worked with in San Diego, and after losing touch for six decades, well, he found her in an unusual way. Enjoy this short piece from the always-excellent “CBS Sunday Morning.” So sweet…

**Next, a compilation of stories from one of one of my favorite movies of all-time (Top 10, no doubt, in my book), with some brilliant and hilarious tales of love (sadly, these are not real people, just actors, but the stories they’re telling are allegedly real).

“Nine extra floors…” so good.

**Finally, on a non-marriage front, check out this incredible story of an Australian surfer named Pascale Honore who, despite being a paraplegic, has still managed to find a unique way to keep her love of surfing alive.

Remembering the laughter Nora Ephron gave me. Middle school basketball recruiting out of control. And scary danger in Colorado Springs.

There are only a few movies I’ve ever seen where I can laugh at something in every scene.
A few movies that no matter what mood I’m in, no matter what circumstances are in my life at that moment, I’m going to belly laugh at least 10-15 times.
“Coming to America” is one of those flicks. “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles is another.
But “When Harry Met Sally” might be better, and funnier, than both of them. There’s not one false note in the Billy Crystal/Meg Ryan film, not one scene that isn’t perfect. I’ve seen it 100 times, can quote every line, and yet still laugh so hard (especially at the scenes with the old couples; “I knew. Like you know about a good melon.”)

Nora Ephron wrote that movie. She wrote “Sleepless in Seattle,” and “You’ve Got Mail,” the highly-underrated “My Blue Heaven” and a lot of other wonderful scripts, books and stories in a life that was well lived. She married Carl Bernstein, then used the divorce to write another brilliant movie (“Heartburn”)

She was witty and wise and smart and knew how to write pitch-perfect dialogue, which (ask any writer) is really, really hard to do.

She came down with cancer a few years ago, and had faded from the spotlight. She died at age 71 on Tuesday, and all lovers of great writing should mourn.
For just a taste of her wit, I highly recommend this speech she gave honoring Meryl Streep in 2004.

**Yeah, something like this doesn’t really surprise me. But it’s still pretty disgusting. Middle school basketball recruiting has becoming a cutthroat business in the Washington, D.C. area, as high school coaches scour gyms watching 11 and 12-year-olds play hoops.
Here’s another thing you may not be aware: There are now several recruiting services that rank the best 5th grade basketball players in the nation.
Read this N.Y. Times story and dive into the cesspool that is amateur athletics.

**Finally, some seriously scary stuff coming out of Colorado Springs Tuesday. A fire that has been spreading for days erupted into even more dangerous areas and spread wildly, and some state officials are calling it among the worst disasters in state history.
At least 32,000 people have had to flee their homes so far. Awful and scary when nature totally takes over.

Saturday grab-blog: Pennington, the Rangers, healthy horses and missing fall

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Lots of quick-hitting thoughts on the first Saturday in October …

**So I pretty much love the weather here in Florida. Despite being a New Yorker, I’m proud to say I don’t miss the snow, the sleet, any of it. I don’t miss waking up and trying to feel my toes, and I don’t miss spending 10 minutes de-icing my car.

But this time of year, I always seem to miss autumn. We don’t have fall in Florida, we just have a kind of a less-hot summer. I watch TV and movies and I see people running through leaves and jumping in piles and having those kinds of October/November moments, and I get a little sad.

Was there anything more fun as a little kid than raking leaves in your windbreaker, than jumping into a huge pile of leaves with your friends? Quick, somebody get me that “When Harry Met Sally” scene when they’re walking through the park. Anyway, I just miss fall, even more when I watch college football games from the Midwest.

**So I’m going to break my long-standing rule of never having sympathy for a Miami Dolphins player by saying that I really, really feel bad for Chad Pennington. The ex-Jet QB suffered yet another serious shoulder injury last week, and word came down this week that he’s considering retirement.

Chad has always been one of my favorite Jets; 2002, when he came off the bench for Vinny Testaverde and led the Jets, shockingly, to the playoffs, is one of my favorite Jets seasons ever. It pained me to watch him throw for Gang Green the last few years of his time in Jersey; he just couldn’t get the job done anymore.

I hope he plays again, I really do. Just not for Miami, please.

***So it turns out Barack Obama’s magnetism doesn’t quite extend to Denmark. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil won the 2016 Olympics Friday. I’m very glad that Chicago didn’t win, and that Juan Antonio Samaranch, the IOC head who is to liars what Mickey is to mice (the standard-bearer), didn’t get his way by having the Games in Madrid. Believe me, I know some people in Chicago are upset, but they have no idea how much better off they are without.

**Just wondering: Everyone always says “healthy as a horse.” Do we have any, like, proof that horses are healthier than any other animal? I mean, where’s the data here?

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**Saw my New York Rangers play pretty well in a season opener Friday night, a 3-2 loss to the Penguins. Love the early part of hockey season because you get to see all the new guys and how they’ll mesh (plus they show lots of games on the Free NHL Center Ice preview, which for this season goes for three (3!) weeks.).

I really liked what I saw from Matt Gilroy, new rookie defenseman, and I think I’m going to love Marian Gaborik’s speed. If he stays healthy, he’ll score 40. Of course, that’s like saying “If Rush Limbaugh kept his mouth shut, I’d like him more.” Gaborik never stays healthy.

But all in all, a pretty good start for the Blueshirts. And even though it was for another team, loved watching the Pens’ banner-raising ceremony. Those things always move me a little, especially in hockey, because it’s so damn hard to win a Cup.

**Finally, why can’t Chris Evert stay in a relationship? Something always goes wrong for America’s old tennis sweetheart. After just 15 months, she and Greg Norman are calling the match, splitting up before they have another anniversary. What is this, like, the end of three marriages for Chrissie? Maybe she’s just hard to live with.