When I walked out onto the porch Friday afternoon, Jimmy was sitting there in his favorite chair with a stricken expression on his face, and tears in his eyes. "What's the matter?" I asked, alarmed. He barely whispered it, disbelief in his voice: "Tim Russert died this afternoon."
Jimmy's favorite program on television has long been "Meet the Press" and he loved Russert, considering him the best in the business. His sentiments obviously were universal, as the networks accorded his passing the nonstop coverage usually reserved for heads of state, or possibly Anna Nicole Smith.
Saturday brought thrills and joy in the sports arenas: Jimmy was as happy as could be, switching back and forth between channels, watching Tiger sink those impossible putts in the US Open, and the Bulldogs rallying in the 9th inning to beat top-ranked Miami in the NCAA semi-finals.
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