Speaking of old school, this weekend the Times featured an epic 2,000-word Alan Feuer profile of legendary Daily News reporter Jimmy Breslin who's got a book out and, who is, much to Feuer's surprise, still alive, kicking—and working! Gee whiz, good for him. Feuer may not be the most erm, precise reporter on the planet, but like any fabulist worth his salt, he's got a good grip on phrase-turning. "Mr. Breslin’s growl is actually more of a squawk and not unlike how a pintail duck might sound if it smoked a pack a day through a kazoo," he writes. Of course, that line sounds like it's pulled straight from a Breslin column, but never let's mind that. It's a good read, if a little condescending, and full of great Breslinisms—to a onetime mafioso on the phone who's just been informed the Times would like a word with him: "No, on me, not you...It's over art, it ain't over crime...No, he's not going to ask you who you shot." On the best place to find a story: "You went to the loser's locker room after the fight." We didn't really need the section-front art ourselves, but Breslin probably thinks it's fucking hilarious that there's a photograph of his undershorts in the New York Times.

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