1) If LeBron James is 26, then his mother, Gloria, must be at least, 42, right? So she's still young enough that I can't fault her for being out at 5 a.m. at a South Beach hotel nightclub, but it's funny how money changes people. Do you think she ever had a beef with the valet service in Akron 10 years ago?
2) Speaking of LeBron, last summer I was trying to figure out if I'd root for the Lakers or Celtics in the 2011 NBA postseason since my Cavaliers will be in rebuilding mode for the next few years. But it's impossible not to like what Derrick Rose and the Chicago Bulls are doing. If old rivals from Boston and Los Angeles don't square off in the finals, I wouldn't mind seeing the Bulls rep the East.
3) The "Panic Meter" that ESPN trots out occasionally is Exhibit A for why our culture has become a warm heap of garbage. Thursday morning, when Boston stood 0-5 on April 7 and had only 157 games left, the WWL asked its baseball people to rate where the Red Sox ranked on the meter. Just one of the many pitfalls of our 24-hour television culture, where we invent drama and force debate to fill the time. There's no other reason for such a sophomoric feature.