I remember a time when people used to laugh at themselves-even if it was to join in as they knew others would laugh at them. When not too costly, I’ve been known to laugh hysterically at many of my own gaffes. If we’ve learned anything in the past few years is that people are as prone to public mistakes as they’ve ever been.

I wish that the two local papers would follow in the footsteps of the New York Post and the British tabloids and run a version of “page 6” and simply share photos of public figures’ boo-boo’s.

I also wish the folks in charge of entertainment at ballparks would get back to playing entertaining music when certain ballplayers come to bat. Years ago, a stadium employee was fired for playing a song that embarrassed a pitcher.

Right now the White Sox organization is a farce and not just for their sub-500 record. There’s plenty of room for politicians, local “celebrities” and other sports figures to fill the space on at least a weekly basis.

Famous Sox organist Nancy Faust might have been too nice, but an equally clever professional might revisit some of the theme music from Rocky movies. I know that some players have awfully thin skin these days despite their antics on the field.