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Current New York Football Giant quarterback Russell Wilson, pictured here with his girlfriend on draft day, has endorsed Reliant Recovery Water, Juice Press, Eat the Ball bakery, Good Man brand clothing and Molecule Mattresses. They married and, soon after, divorced.

Am I the only human here to think that Bob Mould's new album "Here We Go Crazy" is like Husker Du on really good steroids? Melodies and punk having great fun together?

I am so beyond jaded, or was until today. The guy weeping on his knees. The guy weeping in the interview. The emotion you could feel welling through his universe. I wish a real interviewer had been talking to him.

My college, not best known for sports after 19twentysomething, is currently playing a basketball game on a cable network, against a team from a school with "A&M" in its name. We are being crushed, but there's plenty of time, although, quantum-mechanics wise, time doesn't exit, so we can't lose.

I wonder if David Lynch ever met Bob Uecker

Your brain, I learned in Ed. school a few years ago, wants to keep learning if you let it learn how to learn again.

You can get 39 tickets to the Thunders at Pelicans for the same price as a single ticket in the Garden tonight. Just sayin.

I was writing a book with Muhammad Ali in his later years where I was supposed to be a ghostwriter even though he couldn't really talk. I told him I really, really needed him to say something wise. "Let's go get some pussy," he said. We didn't, but we went to McDonald's for strawberry milkshakes.

Last week the Cowboys closed the roof after it got stuck opening up. Tonight when they tried to open it a piece of metal fell from it, so the closed it again. Third time's a charm. Just sayin.

If your "perfect ranking" for an NFL quarterback is 158.3, you have a really stupid test formula

I have nothing against Betty White but at first I thought I read that they were issuing a Barry White stamp and thought it was about time.

Tyson the teenager said what he liked to do was sit in Manhattan restaurants with a window seat and watch the pedestrians, who couldn't see him watching them. He was super smart.

Mike Tyson, then 17, was reading a biography of Jesse James when I hung out in his room in the Catskills.