And London.

At both two-minute warnings.

In less than a year!

One of those “Wait, did this really happen?” moments that makes watching sports an unparalleled joy.

(Uh, Cowboys fans excepted.)

Can’t any fruit pie be a breakfast food? I mean, we’re in the same territory as muffins and danishes.

That’s an apt metaphor.

Man, this was something else.

Ding, ding, ding. This ain’t about you.

Also, a multimillionaire NYC media dandy with her own security detail has an idea of what the the average American believes? Sure thing, slick.

Right. And that would be fine if she were the opinions editor at, let's say, WaPo or the Wall Street Journal and not running a news organization.

She has yet to learn that "this is what I want to do" is a lousy foundation for a story, forget about the agenda of a news company. For example, I want to write about LeBron. Great. So does everyone else. What's the angle? Why should readers care? Why you?

Her inexperience is in neon.

Feel like this is Nelson George territory.

That's Chaucer, right?

I'm sorry, "yoo-hoo." An editor would have caught that!

Yeah, it's heartbreaking.

Absolutely. Now more than ever, writers need lifeguards.