This week in NYC the up-fronts come to town. Traditional old television networks present advertisers with their lineup for the new season. Tough times with all of the alternatives for watching shows now. Can hardly name more than a handful that are worth tuning in to NBC, ABC, CBS. Or Fox. Maybe the competition will make them better. So far not so much.
However, there does seem to be a tide turning. ABC’s Jimmy Kimmel and NBC’s SNL are starting to admit that Trump-bashing comedy, low-hanging jokes are falling flat with general audiences. Hope Democrats will take the hint and realize that a positive message and charismatic candidate will gain more voters than a constant TTSD rant.
A Tiger woke this morning. Lots of circles on his card. 6 under through 9. And he barely made the cut. Still. The island green always looms large. Phippy did not. His tighty white dress shirt strangled the swing. J-Rod jinxed the Bronx Bombers by showing up at Thursday’s game against the BoSox. But. They are pretty. Mother’s Day lobster shopping between squalls. Yay.
Throw back Thursday. Old Northampton visitors in May. Haven’t seen them in Central Park. Yet.
Fox1 Sports’ The Crowd Goes Wild from a few years ago at Chelsea Piers studio. Today, Regis Philbin at 86 the former Playboy mansion and Mar-A-Lago hangout bff of “The Trumpster” as he called him, is low profile in L.A. Journalist Jason Gay still has a great sports column in the Wall Street Journal. Trevor Pryce. Don’t know. Michael Kosta is killing it with Trevor Noah on Comedy Central’s Daily Show. Georgie Thompson married Sir Ben Ainslie, UK olympic sailing champ, and had a baby girl. Katie Nolan went to ESPN and is making seven figures there.
Miss them together on that show.
Some in the media got a clue. Michelle Wolf’s outrageous yet often apt comedic rant rang true. Three op-eds in the NYTimes today discuss the media’s Trump obsession and overreach which give him a constant stage and control of his agenda. Dowd. Douthat. Kristof. Well done. Stormy on SNL. That’s funny. Right place and time. Not on CNN and MSNBC all day.
Derby fire soundly doused. As was the track. Tiger still in play on the course at Quail Hollow. Phippy carded a 64 yesterday.
2018 Kentucky Derby. For no particular reason going with fire this year:
Win – Bolt d’Oro
Place – Firenze Fire
Show – Flameaway
What do we hear from the Hamptons & Westchester contingents? Already wore my fascinator to the Central Park Conservancy luncheon. So hatless today.
Dominick Dunne’s 1993 best-selling novel, A Season in Purgatory. Anatomy of the murder of young Martha Moxley in the exclusive enclave of Greenwich, Connecticut in 1975. Bludgeoned by a golf club one night after a country club dance, Martha was left dead or dying in nearby woods. Steps from her home. Ethel Kennedy’s cousin Michael Skakel the presumed culprit. Cover-ups and obfuscation ensued. The wealthy wagons circled. In 2002, thanks to Dunne’s research, Michael was convicted and sentenced to 20 years. He served 11 before he won an appeal for having been incompetently represented. Today the case was vacated.
Dominick is rolling over in his grave. The Moxley’s live in a forever limbo.