I'll always look back on Thankgsiving, 2003, and treasure my memory of the weekend that Frank Rich finally lost his mind in a really fun way in the New York Times. It's kind of exciting. His opening:

"There's not much meat left on Michael Jackson's bones. He is 5 foot 11 and weighs 120 pounds. His face is falling off. But that doesn't mean we can't feast on him for what could be at least a year of what TV calls 'celebrity justice.'"

The next sentence contains a triple entendre: the phrase "the red meat of Kobe" is surely some kind of NYT landmark. Scary question: is the NYT getting interesting?
America Tunes In For The Money Shot [NYT]