I Heart Roger Clark

Leave it to NY1 and our man Clark to take a story and wring it within an inch of its life. Remarkably, I'm not talking about isolated blackouts or the borough of Queens both of which got an unbelievable amount of airtime this summer, not that there's anything wrong with that. If I was sitting in my formerly air conditioned house with a freezer full of beef for a full week, I'd want some local news coverage too. I'm just saying,you've got to know when to quit otherwise things -and by things I mean Roger - start to look desperate. For example, today we got a few more updates on the Yankees and how they blew their chances to go to The Series. Roger was clad in his Bad News attire (suit and tie), minus his wedding ring which I'm assuming just means he woke up late and forgot or he was told at the last minute that he would once again be covering the Yankees screw-up and someone had to pry his finger off the shotgun in his mouth thereby removing the ring. Even with the good news that Joe Torre would probably be allowed to stay on to finish out his contract and not be replaced by Lou Pinella - a man with the face of a pugilist and the coaching skills of a guy who's been hit in the head one too many times - this story is done. As in really done. Especially since The Mets - that's right, NYC's "other team" - is still in fighting form. Funny how even sports teams can wind up as the bastard stepchild in a family. The Mets have been getting good grades and playing well with others, while The Yankees have been fighting in the playground and setting spiders on fire. But everybody LOVES the Yankees. Well Roger seemed to be at his limit today and even Pat K. couldn't argue. That's right, there were no embarassing moments and no awkward exchanges. Just a mutual agreement that this story could go no further. A sad day for news, but a great day for democracy.