So moms don’t like the F-word. Who knew? I wonder what Bob Knight’s mom would be thinking right now. Now *that* was an impressive display. What an ass. He could really learn a few things from Joe Namath. At least now no one is talking about Broadway Joe in pantyhose ads anymore. They’re talking about drunken, desperate Joe on the sidelines of a Jets game. And PR agents everywhere cringe.

A crazy week gets crazier. My tour of Ohio begins tomorrow morning. Wish me luck, and GO FALCONS!