By Bob Gaydos
A brief look at a few of the significant stories of the week just past:
Jimmy Breslin died. He was 88. And a pioneer. If you're a New Yorker of a certain age -- at least in your 30s, but especially 50-plus -- you know the name and you remember the words. The quintessential big city columnist. Bold, brassy, tender, sarcastic, funny, biting, egotistical, fearless and relentless. For decades, his columns in The Herald-Tribune, Daily News and Newsday were the heart and soul and voice for millions of readers. I began reading his sports columns as a teenager with the Trib and followed him to the News and Son of Sam. I carried his philosophy of bringing a sports columnist's approach to writing about life in general when I left college -- where I was a sports editor -- and got a job as a police reporter. Don't focus on the score. Find the real story. Write it like a novel. Breslin had ego and attitude and an uncanny instinct for people. And he could write like hell. He pegged a fellow New Yorker famously known as the Donald as a phony who played the media ("the plural of mediocre," Breslin wrote) like a fiddle and used other people's money to con still others out of theirs. "A white Al Sharpton,'' Breslin once called him. I ran into Sharpton when I was writing editorials in Middletown, N.Y., and he was loudly defending 15-year-old Tawana Brawley against non-existent rapists in Dutchess County, across the Hudson. Fake news is not a new phenomenon. You can look it up. "30," Jimmy.
Chuck Berry died. He was 90. He was rock 'n' roll before it became rock, acid rock, punk rock and whatever other kind of rock legions of Berry wannabees dreamed up. He created the beat, the attitude and the philosophy that spoke to 1950s teenagers looking for a music of their own. "Sweet LIttle Sixteen," "Johnny B. Goode" and "Roll Over Beethoven" were upbeat, hard-driving and unlike anything previous generations had claimed as theirs. Irresistible. Plus, you could understand every word he sang and he could play the hell out of the guitar. Another pioneer. Check him out on YouTube, youngsters.
Shaquille O'Neal said the Earth is flat. The NBA Hall of Famer is known to be a jokester, but he's apparently serious about this. He says his proof is that when he drives from Florida to California his car does not go up and down 360 degrees. And, sorry, Mr. Einstein, Shaq's not convinced about that gravity theory either, even though something made his free throws fall far short of the basket. The flat-Earth theory is gaining traction among NBA players, which may be a commentary on so many of its stars coming out of college too early or not even going to college. Or it may simply be a sign that it's not just fans, but even the players are getting bored with the lack of meaningful games. Maybe if the stars played in all the games when they're healthy it would prompt more interest -- and less resentment -- among fans who pay hefty prices to see them sit on the bench. Put a round ball in your hands, dribblers, and stop thinking the sun rises and sets on your command.
FBI Director James Comey told a congressional committee in a televised hearing that there was no evidence that former President Barack Obama had wiretapped the residence of his successor, despite that successor's repeated claims to the contrary. Comey also testified that the FBI is investigating possible contacts between the current president's campaign aides and the Russian government during the 2016 presidential campaign with the goal of influencing the outcome in favor of the current president. Republicans in Congress appeared to be most concerned with how this possibly treasonous behavior came to be public knowledge. There was also no indication that the current president would apologize to his predecessor for falsely accusing him of a federal crime. Stay tuned.
Breslin would say I buried the lead. Not this week.