When la Cieca’s dear friend and chief flunky around parterre.com JJ shlepped out this morning to fetch a copy of the New York Post, he seemed oddly keyed  up.  “With what I got in me, I could have been better than any of you,” JJ muttered.

Flinging the tabloid down on the breakfast bar, he continued,  “What I’ve been holding down inside of me… oh, if I ever let it out, there wouldn’t be signs big enough! There wouldn’t be lights bright enough!  Here he is, boys!  Here he is, world!  Here’s James!”