First off, “Party at Art’s house!” Next, congratulations to the Dallas Mavericks. I’m not a huge NBA fan (or a fan of things involving Dallas, mostly due to the Cowboys), but it was nice to see them beat Miami’s bunch of mercenaries. Plus, what is Jason Kidd, like 60? I mean, hey, sure, he beats his wife, but you still gotta pull for the old guys.

Best wishes to The Big Man, Clarence Clemmons, who has apparently suffered a stroke, and reportedly a serious one (though I don’t think there are too many funny ones).

In addition to all the festival-type activity over the weekend (which wasn’t totally crappy, weather-wise, but could have been a lot better), we also had the International Boxing Hall of Fame induction ceremonies in Canastota (which you probably never heard of, but it’s where the IBHOF is located. Why? Because that’s where Carmen Basilio and his nephew, Billy Backus – both Welterweight champs – are from, I guess, and the people in Canastota figured if they built it, people would come).

Anyhow, among the inductees were Iron Mike Tyson (who was, by all accounts, quite emotional and didn’t bite anybody’s ear off), and – for some reason – Sylvester Stallone, who at least admitted that he wasn’t actually a boxer.

The NY Times published the first of its articles involving the leaked “Pentagon Papers” 40 years ago today, and to “celebrate” the National Archives is releasing the full 7,000 pages.

I’d spend the day reading them, but, sadly, I have to go to work. That sucks.