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In Jack and Jill, Sandler looks at sibling rivalry without that acrid love of dysfunction now so popular on TV and Broadway. It’s obvious that Los Angeles ad exec Jack and his hefty, homely, still unmarried sister Jill who visits from New York will mend their rift but the fun is in watching the healing process. The film’s comedy (as in adult petulance and coach potato behavior) shows the depths of kinship—similarities siblings can’t help sharing but learn to accept in themselves. And Sandler’s always protective—as when Jack insults Jill but warns “I can say that because I’m her twin.”

All Sandler’s best comedies (Grown Ups, Bedtime Stories, I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry and the great Spanglish) are really love stories. He explores affection without the class and gender guilt Judd Apatow hides behind (such distraction scuttled Apatow’s grandiose Funny People). Sandler’s willingness to appear “dumb” is what makes his films so cathartic. He thrives on being unembarrassed—the key to classic comedy going back to the Greeks.

Armond White, CityArts.

White takes exactly the right approach to a Jack and Jill review, baffling the crap out of the CityArts commenters.

This happened

OMG OMG OMG OMG.

I’m not going to bother cutting these up and putting them in chronological order because I assume you’ve been on the Internet for a while and you’re pretty good at decoding these things by now. You’ve seen Memento, right?

Ahh… ahh… holy hell, the awesome. It’s blinding.

What do you think they talked about? I mean, I know they talked about knuckleballs. But do you think they told like, stories of different sticky life situations their knuckleballs got them out of? Great knuckleballs they have thrown? The sense of alienation a knuckleballer feels in a rotation full of conventional pitchers?

I mean we’re talking a full day and a half’s worth of conversation here, so that’s a lot of knuckleball-speak. Presumably they covered all those topics and more, maybe some deep knuckleball talk we civilians can’t even really conceive with our current level of understanding.

In any case, it was probably sweet. I hope they resisted the urge to hold a knuckleball competition though. C’mon guys, this was supposed to be a bonding thing.

Hat tip to Eric Simon.

Score one for the centers

The line has protected Mark Sanchez. It has helped to revive the rushing offense, which has averaged 130.7 yards over the last three games, all victories. A fourth straight win, on Sunday night against the Patriots, would shift the balance of power in a division — and possibly a conference — that the Jets urgently, desperately, want to win.

“He’s really irreplaceable,” tight end Dustin Keller said of Mangold. “You can get a guy in there and coach him up as much as you want, but you can’t replace all the knowledge and the time that he’s put in with these guys.”…

The improved rushing game has forced opposing defenses to at least consider moving up a linebacker or a safety to guard against the run. It also sets up more play-action opportunities, one of Sanchez’s strengths. According to ESPN Stats and Information, Sanchez completed 11 of 12 play-action passes Sunday against Buffalo for 125 yards and a touchdown, the 8-yarder to Santonio Holmes that extended their third-quarter lead to 20-3.

Ben Shpigel, N.Y. Times.

Good feature in the Times on Nick Mangold, loaded up with stats showing the way the Jets have turned it around since their center returned. Some of it is probably coincidence — the Jets offense happening to gel later in the season, sample size, facing poor defenses, all that — but some of it is definitely Mangold.

The difference between Mangold and Collin Baxter is so great that it changes everything about the way the Jets’ offense can operate: They can move the ball on the ground, which forces teams to pay more attention to their run game, allowing their receivers more space in coverage — especially on play-action passes. Good offense breeds good offense. It’s why it’s always easier to call plays after big gains.

Me, writing elsewhere

Remember that stuff Patrick Flood wrote about his jumpshot in his long-ass David Wright thing? Sometimes I feel a little bit of that when I write outside the confines of this blog now. I am so comfortable writing for people who read this site regularly that when I think about writing for new audiences, I feel compelled to show them why they should read this site regularly, then I start worrying that I’m trying too hard, and on and on like that.

The good news is that usually once I stop thinking about who’s going to read what and actually start writing, things flow OK and I wind up with a piece I’m no more or less happy with than the posts I make here. All of which is a long-winded way to say you should go check out my guest column at Baseball Prospectus today.

The Mostly Mets Podcast: Is it good?

Things are going to slow down a bit here today because I’m working on a couple of longer things I’m hoping to publish tomorrow. But I encourage you to spend whatever time you might spend reading TedQuarters to listen to this week’s edition of the Mostly Mets Podcast if you are able to and you haven’t already.

I think it’s good. But I must admit that I don’t listen to many podcasts. Because I spend a decent portion of my workdays writing, I usually prefer the words bouncing around in my head while I’m at my desk to be the ones that will ultimately wind up on this page. I find I can’t even really listen to music with lyrics lest I start drifting into weird and barely intelligible Robert Plant tangents in the middle of blog posts about Taco Bell or whatever. I sit in silence, or listen to my Bad Plus and Miles Davis stations on Pandora.

But that’s me. I want to know about you. Please help us help you by taking this quick five-question survey on podcasts.

College students doing dumb things are not really worthy of your sanctimony

Joe Paterno got fired last night for his inaction in response to the rape, abuse and molestation that allegedly occurred under his jurisdiction.

This is not ground upon which I am comfortable treading, and for that I suppose I should be thankful. Nothing in my 30-plus years of life experience has prepared me to understand what would make someone do the things that Jerry Sandusky supposedly did, nor what would make anyone else protect someone they knew did those things, nor the unspeakable trauma endured by the victims. It’s all way beyond my scope. Sorry if that seems like a copout. All I know is that it’s awful.

But I can add a short footnote, perhaps, in qualified defense of the demonstrating Penn State students widely reviled as idiots.

They are, in large part, most likely idiots. Of course. They’re people, for one thing, and people are in large part idiots. And flipping over news vans in defense of a coach fired for keeping mum about child rape is idiotic behavior, no doubt. Even if you believe Paterno was been made a scapegoat, as they apparently do, it’s just not the most productive way to get your point across. Doesn’t make you look like you have reasonable things to say.

Life at a four-year college offers — to most with the means to attend — a weird, isolated terrarium in which to pass some of our dumbest years free of real-world repercussions. Students drink heavily and make out with strangers, and blow off responsibilities and experiment with controlled substances. There are costs to all those actions, obviously, but generally they’re college-level costs, all of which can be chalked up to the learning experience.

And I know that’s not the case for every student, and I know plenty of 18-year-olds in this country and every other one never get the opportunity. I’m not saying any of it is the way it should be. But it is that way: Some significant portion of this country’s teenagers get shipped off to institutions where they are allowed to spend four years doing moronic things mostly free of adult supervision before they graduate and get body-slammed by vicious reality.

That shouldn’t excuse every stupid thing every college kid does, of course. It’s hardly black-and-white. Plus, they’re still subject to the law, and throwing rocks at cops and indiscriminately starting fires are bad ideas at any age. But if you went away to college, think about some of the things you did there before you scold the undulating masses of chanting morons at Penn State for their behavior. Think about the misguided political stances you took, the pretentious performance art engagements, the spring break indiscretions. What would Twitter have said about you?

To say that the college kids are offering tacit approval of the atrocities Sandusky committed is very likely attributing to them a thought process that does not exist.

They’re college kids. College is a confusing time full of overreaction. Their school and their school’s football program, toward which they clearly feel a lot of loyalty, is in crisis. They’re overreacting. And I’m near-certain they’re chanting whatever stupid things they’re undoubtedly chanting because they haven’t yet found a rhythmic cadence to accompany chants like, “I don’t know why I’m angry at my parents!” and “Every day I grow more suspicious that I don’t matter!”

And you can bet a lot of them just want to go outside to see what all the fuss is about, and then some portion of those just get swept up in the nonsense.

I should note, for the record, that our man Devon is among the rare precociously reasonable college students, and he’s on the ground in State College tweeting reasonable things. Give him a follow if you’re interested in the student’s perspective.