Not a suicide--murder: Actress and Queens native Adrienne Shelly did not, as originally thought, commit suicide. A 5-foot Ecuadorian worker has reportedly confessed to the murder. According to the worker, Diego Pillco, Shelly became enraged over the noise he was making, confronted him, then slapped him. Pillco then punched her. We’re not sure about the sequence of events, and we sure don’t condone violence, but we have to wonder (and, no, we are not blaming the victim), why did Shelly slap him?
Yawn, another murder: As the media continues to recoil in horror at Alan Hevesi’s chutzpah to spend state money on a driver for his very sick wife, it all but ignores the murder of another insignificant deli clerk in Brooklyn. Ahmed Shaibi, a Yemeni immigrant, was murdered while fending off a gang of thugs who, according to cops, have robbed a string of other groceries.
Armstrong declares NYC Marathon much much harder than Tour De France. What are we to make of 7-time Tour De France winner Lance Armstrong, at his post-NYC Marathon press conference, declaring “I can tell you, 20 years of pro sports, endurance sports, from triathlons to cycling, all of the Tours — even the worst days on the Tours — nothing was as hard as that, and nothing left me feeling the way I feel now, in terms of just sheer fatigue and soreness”? That he forgot the ‘roids in Texas? That competitive bicycling isn’t all that hard? That after dumping Cheryl Crow he’s boinked so many chicks lately that he’s once-magnificent body has withered from alcohol and debauchment?