The Sunday Plain Dealer sports section continues to trend toward a leather-bound volume of Terry Pluto's cascading stuff, which whelms even sports fans like me. The latest featured works boldly covered the equivalent of at least four (!) full pages ranging widely and inclusively across the sports universe. (My scanned guess is that it didn't cover pickleball. But that may be next if the Browns find a quarterback while picking through the ranks of the latest national rage.)
I did happen to see a piece by sports columnist Bill Livingston on Page 6 with a powered endorsement of Jim Tressel as the president-in-waiting of the University of Akron. Livingston thought it would be great to have the former Ohio State University football coach on hand as a motivational pole star with cash-ready corporate donors. But as with so much talk of Tressel's magnetic abilities, no one has yet taken a breath to put in a word about the importance of book-learning as the basis of academic achievement.
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Speaking of books, did you see that Rush Limbaugh's latest book, "Rush Revere. etc." is now No. 5 on the New York Times children's best-seller list? It confirms my long-held belief that Rushbo has a special knack for appealing to childish interests.
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As the search continued for the missing Malaysian aircraft, the TV networks were beside themselves to find something new to say when there wasn't anything new to say. They showed the same photos and interviewed every aviation expert but a descendant of the Wright brothers over and over with "breaking news" about the tragedy. The repetitive motion reminded us of the search for a needle in the haystack while it seemed the real uanswered question will remain, how did the needle get into the haystack?
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Finally, there was Mitt Romney on CBS violating past residential courtesy by piling on Barack Obama's "naivete" and, he was sure, lack of leadership in foreign policy that could have deterred the Russian takeover of Crimea. By that measure, Mitt was certain that he possessed the clairvoyance that would have worked everything out just fine. To which we respond: "Hey, Mitt. The election's history. You lost. Get over it."