CALL ME SNAKE

People have been all over me for “misrepresenting” the score of last night’s Celtics game (95-91, actually), even though I qualified my entry by saying I was not sure of the score at the time. By focusing on minutiae like that and the spelling (or rather misspelling) of Bill Belichick’s last name (since corrected, thank you), these well-meaning readers missed the whole point of yesterday’s lesson. If I were grading their responses, I’d have to give them an “incomplete,” at best. Instead, I say in a spirit of magnanimity, let’s move on. “How can it profit a man to dwell on other people’s foibles when he might instead lift them, in mind and spirit, to a higher plane?” a famous philosopher probably asked at one time or another, and if he or she didn’t, they certainly should have. As for the Belichick misspelling incident, informed sources tell me it will not turn ugly, as was the case with the Lemieux incident, which finally seems destined for resolution after many tortuous twists and turns. As I said just a minute ago: Let’s move on. Surely there are more important things we could be discussing.