OK, so I blew it when I predicted the Herald's Laurel Sweet would write another story about the Finneran/Carr "feud" yesterday. She didn't.

Thank goodness for Brian McGrory. Just as I predicted, his column today is all about his grave, grave disappointment in Deval Patrick. Our Boy Bri is angry with the governor over the New Bedford case.

Yes, it's awful what gun violence is doing to Boston (mercy, I had to find another way home tonight because of it). And yeah, City Councilor John Tobin's proposal for a city poet laureate is probably not real high on the quality-of-life meter.

Brian McGrory turns in a tearjerker of a column today, in which he talks to a woman who watched her three brothers brutally murdered in 1997. Go read it - with a box of Kleenex. And then hope McGrory keeps it up.

Oh, darn, I said I wasn't going to write anything else about the things unless something truly, spectacularly stooopid came out. But I can't help myself - swatting Brian McGrory around is like peanuts; once you start, you just can't stop. So here goes with a comparison of four local columns today: Read more.

Just when you think the only time Brian McGrory picks up the telephone is to call in another column, he surprises you with something like today's column on the poor kid who got his back broken by a drunken oaf at a Pats game (and yes, while I'd earlier, and often, criticized Our Boy Brian for dabbling in sports cover

Brian McGrory recently admitted publicly that he could not decide if he were a fool or Mitt Romney were a fraud. At issue: $400,000 Romney cut from state funding for homeless shelters.

Now, in the face of a public outcry, Romney has restored the money. And Brian is in love with the governor again:

... What Romney did on Friday when he reversed the cut was something all too rare in public life: He made a difference.

If nothing else, Michael Gee has a way with the insults:

Brian McGrory remains an arrogant, patronizing jackass whose political knowledge could fit in a thimble with room left over for a double Scotch. ...

He bases this renewed opinion on this column in which our boy expresses sadness that Kerry Healey didn't take his advice about chugging down more Coke while mussing her hair.

Amy will not vote for Kerry Healey, but still finds Brian McGrory's column on her last week, the one in which he wonders what happened to the fun Kerry Healey of old, the one who gleefully drinks raw Coke by the case, insulting:

Too hot to work! Fortunately, Brian McGrory was able to get out of the newsroom early by calling up an emergency Hingham column.

But it was fun to see McGrory obsess about how much some Hingham columnnist is obsessing about him.

Look at all the misery He's inflicting on the poor boy! McGrory writes today that life in Boston naturally sucks anyway ("the female population wraps itself from head to foot in Gore-Tex for half the year"), and now it's just raining too damn much and he can't take the gloating anymore from ex-Bostonians living in better climes.

There's a way to fix that, Bri.

Elias wants to smack McGrory: