Time for another twirl around the Tweet field. Second Thoughts, 140 characters or less, provided it all fits within my Corsi.
■ When I finally land that NHL coaching job, I’ll often pull my goalie for surprise attacks early in games. Either way, I’ll get fired.
■ RIP Jack Ramsay. A sane voice gone silent in a broadcast world gone to utter nonsense.
■ Disagree with the “see what money does to people’’ rants on Donald Sterling. That stuff is in his soul, not his wallet.
■ Old movie “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” always worth another look. Particularly if you reimage Brad Marchand in Danny DeVito’s role as “Martini.”
■ Mark Cuban believes the NFL is inching toward irrelevance. Smart man. May be right. His NBA getting there by giant steps.
■ Report: Tiger Woods’s ex and his current speak frequently. TMZ shares the hidden audio in . . . three . . . two . . .
■ Before Mount Everest shut down, following killer avalanche, some dude was going to leap off summit in a wingsuit. Altitude sickness.
■ Thirty-five years later, debate is still whether Don Marcotte or Stan Jonathan was the extra man on the ice. Because it’s Boston, we still care.
■ Doctoring the ball is not OK. Just like corking the bat or taking PEDs. Shouldn’t be so hard for MLB and others to understand.
■ They’re off and running again at Suffolk. A day at the ponies is still a good thing today, ideally if you think like it’s yesterday.
■ There’s way more faking about P.K. Subban than there is faking by P.K. Subban. Tremendous, exciting player.
■ OK, he was bland, a tad removed, oft injured, but the void Jacoby Ellsbury left behind feels like 1,000 departed Wes Welkers.
■ If the NFL adopted a wider field, say 10 yards, would it add or subtract years from Tom Brady’s career? Discuss.
■ Duck Boats obvious way to go for championship fetes. But nothing says “CHAMP” like a big black convertible and a ticker-tape parade.
■ Hockey doesn’t frame itself this way, but Rask, Bergeron, and Chara are the Bruins’ “Big Three.”
■ Note to Brandon Spikes: hey, as long as you realize this Tweeting thing often goes to very bad places. Oh, wait . . .
■ Rare now to see a beer for under $10 at a sports event. Canned, bottled or tapped. And some games are very hard to watch sober.
■ NBC is by far the best American thing ever to happen to the NHL. Second best: Fox’s comet-tailed puck fading into outer space.
■ Northwestern athletes vote on whether to join organized labor. Nuts. I mean, what’s a more perfect union than the NCAA?
■ Great as it was, this year’s Marathon was but a first step forward. A bold one. But for many, the healing will be an endless run.
■ I say put Harry Sinden’s name in the Garden rafters. He endured. And no question, he cared. Sometimes too much.
■ When the sports editor offers me the fishing beat, I’ll offer internships (unpaid, of course) for someone else to do the baiting.
■ Who own da Clippers? Thankfully, we know who won’t.
■ With my big lottery win, I’ll sponsor organist Ron Poster one night to play through both Bruins intermissions. Next day, I run for mayor.
■ A waterfront home for the Sox would have fans paddling after homers in Boston Harbor. The brawls would lead “SportsCenter” every night.
■ The guys who bellow, “It’s in the hole!’’ at every PGA event are people, too. Doesn’t mean we have to treat them that way.
■ Observation: too much time on our hands. Proof: release of the NFL schedule each April has become such a thing.
■ When I see “Toronto’’ on a Boston sports schedule, I think “Lourdes.’’
■ First round of the Stanley Cup playoffs, eight series strong, should carry a Surgeon General’s warning for addiction.
■ About that American League-best Red Sox pitching rotation. We’re talking about this Red Sox pitching rotation?
■ Tyler Seguin improved with Dallas. Playoff numbers weren’t there: 6 games, 1-2—3. Fast wheels, slow growth.
■ Not sure if there’s a special prayer for Xander Bogaerts’s glove, but I think it’s worth a Google search.
■ For GMs who got it done, anyone in Our Town ever kept a lower, more humble profile than Ben Cherington?
■ NBC almost has me to the point where I’ll watch a full futbol game. If they get Shaughnessy over the line, I buy stock.
■ Saturday, 44 years since the “Flying Bobby’’ goal, May 10, 1970. It was warm, wonderful, and Mother’s Day made it even better.
■ Stephen’s Story isn’t about sports, not really, but it is about triumph, no matter the odds or adversity. Please watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvG3ifEd0t0