Friday Rants

It's Friday. My wife and son are at the Cape and I am working. I am lucky, though, in that I have only a half day.

Likewise, I don't have the brain today to form a complete rant. So here are some minor thoughts for the weekend:

• One of the memories of my teenage years, and one that was at the forefront of my desire to leave White Plains, was standing on line at McDonald's when an argument ensued and one man stabbed another in the chest. In this morning's Connecticut Post, I read that a 21-year-old stabbed someone at the drive-thru McDonald's in Milford. Maybe it wasn't White Plains after all.
• Our fine President recently celebrated his 60th birthday. I bet he can't count that high.
• My train last night was delayed due to "police activity" in the Bronx. Isn't there always police activity in the Bronx?
• With all this pressure to create a flag-burning ban, I wondered how that would affect the cocktail napkin industry. I mean, if you are holding a cocktail napkin decorated in Old Glory, is it desecration to blow your nose? What about wiping your mouth? If so, where do you put that olive pit?
• New York just ruled against gay marriage. The judge was in Albany. Do you think there is a disconnect between New York City and upstate?
• Italy and France face off in the World Cup on Sunday. Call it The Renaissance Cup. Or the Culture Game. It's going to be interesting. No matter, nothing will change the fact that Italy has better food and wine and France has better Italian art.
• With Lance Armstrong retired and nearly all of the favorites banned from participation, does anyone know who is cycling this year's Tour?
• Right now, Willie Randolph is the front runner for the NL Manager of the Year. But if the Marlins can somehow place second in the East, the award belongs to Joe Girardi.
• I'm still happy for Shaq. And still pissed that the Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup. Whalers they are not.
• Do you remember when boxing mattered?
• Don't you long for the days when the worst thing your President did was lie about messing around with an intern?