As things that go bump in the night, we have the just-concluded and highly attractive 4 Nations in-NHL-season ice hockey tournament.

Fed any good stats, lately? Not likely, but we have some disturbing ones.

But behind every successful man stands a strong woman, even if I preferred that she covered my front, where it’s more dangerous.

Roger Goodell allowed Kendrick Lamar to exploit his spotlight not to entertain the Super Bowl audience but to renew one of those rapper beefs with Drake.

To a large degree, if you’ve seen one Super Bowl during the Roger Goodell Football-As-Pop-Prop Era, you’ve seen ’em all. And how much can you do every year with onion dip? 

Ladies and gentleman, introducing the new head football coach of Delaware State, former Eagles star and renown anti-Semite DeSean Jackson!

I admit it. I was a sap. And the readers who tried to tell me so were right.

Here. There. Everywhere. 

For all the on- and off-field rot and the reliably compliant silence of media, it becomes a legit question whether Roger Goodell gives a rat’s rotator cuff about the condition of pro football.

Do yourself a favor: Spend a few minutes on the Internet to watch Bob Uecker’s 2003 Hall of Fame induction speech. 

They mostly took advantage of the game’s circumstances rather than capitulating to the game’s redundant and often self-defeating habits. 

As a matter of educated fact, the last time either show made any worth-hearing noise was when CBS’ version was off the air. After a 1980 show, Brent Musburger and Jimmy “The Greek” Snyder went at it in a Manhattan bar. 

Well, Roger “G-Diddy” Goodell and his posse of plunderers are going to do it again.

With the closing of the 2024 football season, there is much to consider and consume in both TV-enriched professional leagues — the NFL and NCAA. 

It stands to reason that the New York Jets, bereft of a good idea in Woody Johnson, would even consider a Rex Ryan sequel.

Crystal Mangum came clean two weeks ago from the prison in which she’s confined for 14-18 years for second-degree murder of a boyfriend.

A week after Rickey Henderson’s death, enough of the notion-as-fact nonsense. He was not the “greatest baserunner in history.”

File this one under: “So What? Who cares? Dime a Dozen. Next!”

You see it all game, every game. It’s like the thanks-for-nothing, “They move the chains,” replacing the useful “first down” and the yardage gained. It’s tired, repetitive and poorly designed to sound hip.

Cubs outfielder Rick Monday, against the Dodgers in L.A., rescued an American flag that was about to be set afire in center field by two “protestors.”