Flash!

Public golf course owner in Brooklyn linked to Colombo soldier: So cool. The business association, mafia soldier, Craig Marino, has a chest tatoo that says “Fuck the police.” Because of our life-long aversion to the game (avid-golfer dad, teenage rebellion), we always suspected that golf course owners were freaky dudes with spaghetti-sauce-stained La Coste shirts.

New assault rap for Busta Rhymes. Another reason why “rap” is short for “crap.” According to cops, Rhymes beat up a driver who had the balls to ask for some back pay. As we reported here a few months back, Rhymes, champion of the underdog, is refusing to help cops find the perps who shot his bodyguard, Israel Ramirez.

City cop finds raising her six kids so hard, she looks forward to foot patrol. Now she’ s on the popular TV show “Nanny 911.” Reminds us of the interview for our first cabbie job. Dick the manager asked what we did before. Stupidly, we mentioned our kindergarten teaching experience. Dick goes, “Driving cab ain’t no kindergarten.” Uh, Dick, driving cab is a whole lot easier.

A real hero. Everyone loves Wesley Autrey, the guy who rescued a stranger who’d fallen on the subway tracks. Now the city’s giving him a year pass on the subway and his family a trip to Disney World.

Oh shut up. New York City opera diva calls her night with a few bedbugs “a terrifying experience.”

We liked new governor Eliot Spitzer, we really did, until washed-up, Christmas-song yodeling has-been sell-out James Taylor performed at the inauguration.