Well, I had one really great blog post planned today about CrimeProm 2015, otherwise known as the Edgar Awards, which took place last week and were extremely cool (even though I ended up being The Guy You Don't Want to Sit Next To, since both my Client Steve Hockensmith and my seatmate on the other side Ben Winters didn't win their categories. But they were lots of fun to schmooze with nonetheless, and congrats to everyone who did win. The Death Montage with the song Warren Zevon wrote while he was dying was a little macabre, but, you know, crime fiction...)
Then this afternoon the New York Liberty, the women's basketball team my family is obsessed with (particularly my tween girls), hired Isaiah Thomas to be its president, in an extreme case of Tin Ear. Let's see: Zeke has been such a disaster as a coach and talent evaluator that I probably wouldn't let him near the Ramaz Middle School Girls Soccer Team which has been outscored 39-4 in its four games this year. But then there's the sexual harrassment suit that ran him off the Knicks the first time. Just what you want, PR wise (never mind in the workplace) for a team that is striving to be a group of badass role models for future female athletes. It's horrible. See this article for details : http://www.sbnation.com/2015/5/5/8553115/isiah-thomas-new-york-liberty-knicks-raptors-pacers-cba-fiu
But then I got home, said hello to my son...and couldn't straighten up. So I'm writing this like Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein, and need some Advil and scotch to loosen it up. Daughter #2 offered to rub my back, felt the spot of the spasm and said "Holy" and then a word that is unbecoming for a 12 year old. So On to next week. When I'll talk more about books and less about basketball or backs.