A truly heroic New York Jet

This afternoon as I put my head down and did the Day Job, a plane landed in the Hudson River, probably no more than half a mile from my desk.

At the end of my day, I walked to my train station, got on my usual subway, and suffered the indignity of a regional rail ride that was 10 minutes later than usual.

So while most will give huge props to the still unnamed pilot that saved 150 people with lightning-quick and precise action... well, not so fast. That was still 10 whole minutes in my life that I'm not getting back. I'm sure Brett Favre would've done it better.