The president’s biggest problem is Donald Trump

OK, so the early months of the Trump Administration have been a circus in chaos.

At least it is keeping us amazed and/or appalled.

Besides, a presidency without warts is like watching a haircut.

The problem with the president is Donald Trump. His personality got him elected but it handicaps him in office.

He needs to stop the tweets. Twitter is like a narcotic to him but it’s pure poison to him.

And he’s too damn thin-skinned. Some people have a chip on their shoulder. He has a whole lumberyard.

Plus he has a chin of pure Waterford crystal, which gives rise to the old adage that people who live in glass jaws shouldn’t throw punches.

The biggest danger in getting into argument with Trump is that you might get hit by flying glass.

Villanova comes up short and cold and home

Magic always has a shelf life. Eventually the genie always climbs back into the bottle.

Nothing lasts forever, except for all the television commercials that suck the life out of the NCAA hoops tourney.

They don’t call it March Madness because of the basketball. It’s because of the glut of damn commercials.

Villanova broke a lot of brackets and hearts today when it squandered a seven-point lead with 5 minutes and 27 seconds to play. It was then that the Wildcats became colder than a witch’s you-know-what — scoring only one field goal the remainder of the way and going just 3 of 6 from the free throw line.

There would be no encore to their magic carpet ride to last year’s national championship. Wisconsin snuffed that dream 65-62.

Nova star Josh Hart couldn’t mimic Superman on the Wildcats’ last full possession — losing the ball when he recklessly drove through a thicket of Badgers in the lane.

It was desperate. It was dumb.

Unlike last year when they had some inside game, Jay Wright’s guard-centric Wildcats were flawed this season because they had no interior presence. A team cannot survive being merely a perimeter team.

And Kris Jenkins, who made the amazing title-winning shot last year, seemingly hasn’t hit a bucket since. Or so it seemed. He couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a boat all year.  He had just six points Saturday, going 2 for 9 from the floor. Pirates pitcher Steve Blass suddenly couldn’t find the plate one season. Kris Jenkins suddenly couldn’t find the basket this year.

No Sweet Sixteen. No Final Four. Back to the term papers and lab work for the Wildcats.

Turn the lights out, the party’s over.

Villanova’s magic has disappeared like the morning dew.

Eagles muscle up receiving corps

Free agency often is fool’s gold.

But who can resist striking it rich?

The Eagles, on paper, had a helluva Tuesday — adding stud Alshon Jeffery and serviceable Torrey Smith at wide receiver.

At least this year Carson Wentz has somebody to throw to who can actually get open and catch the ball.

Throw in the signing of former first-round guard Chance Warmack and the Birds had a good day acquiring bodies.

The offense should have some juice this fall.

For his sake and ours, someone should delete Trump’s Twitter account

Send in the clowns. The circus continues circling us like a maddened carrousel.

Early this morning Donald Trump, behaving with the utmost presidential decorum, unleashed a series of tweets accusing his predecessor of tapping his phones just before Election Day: “A NEW LOW!” “This is Nixon/Watergate. Bad (or sick) guy!”

Trump must wash his hair with Paranoia Shampoo.

His Twitter binge unleashed, as he likely expected it would, a flurry of comments on the same medium, with his partisans echoing his rage at Barack Obama while many others questioned Trump’s motives, his integrity and his mental stability.

Comrade Trump, of course, is counterpunching in the midst of growing flak about his campaign and transition team’s involvement with the Russians.

Perhaps he should pay more attention to North Korea, and more importantly, the facts in all cases.

Praised for not coming across as a rambling mess in his speech to Congress, Trump reportedly still lied 51 times that night.

This guy wouldn’t know a fact if it jumped out of his soup and landed on his red tie.

So nice to have a fearless leader living in an alternate universe.

Oscars out in La La Land

Everybody knows that Hollywood loves a drama.

Throw in a surprise ending with a comedic twist and you have movie magic.

The Academy Awards inadvertently followed that script Sunday night.

In the most shocking mix-up in Oscars history, Moonlight won Best Picture — but only after presenter Faye Dunaway announced La La Land as the winner, setting off mass confusion inside the Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles.

After the Oscars, PricewaterhouseCoopers — which tabulates the Oscar votes — released a statement apologizing for the flub: “We sincerely apologize to Moonlight, La La Land, Warren Beatty, Faye Dunaway, and Oscar viewers for the error that was made during the award announcement for Best Picture. The presenters had mistakenly been given the wrong category envelope and when discovered, was immediately corrected. We are currently investigating how this could have happened, and deeply regret that this occurred. We appreciate the grace with which the nominees, the Academy, ABC, and Jimmy Kimmel handled the situation.”

No word yet on whether President Trump plans to deport the responsible PricewaterhouseCoopers accountants.

From Russia with Love

Some folks, and they know who they are, think Donald Trump speaks with a forked tongue even though he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

But The Prez actually speaks the truth at times.

Imagine that.

At Thursday’s raucous presser, Trump responded to a volley of questions about his ties to Russia by saying: “I can tell you, speaking for myself, I own nothing in Russia. I have no loans in Russia. I don’t have any deals in Russia.”

That’s true.

But it’s not for a lack of trying. Trump has a long history of trying to do business in Russia, but despite many efforts and plenty of boasting and angling, he hasn’t managed to land a single major real estate deal there.

But he has partnered with Russian financiers on major projects elsewhere around the world. Russian investors have been instrumental in helping him cope with all the credit problems he has thanks to his serial bankruptcies. And a number of Trump’s former and current advisers have had financial ties to Russia.

So the question of our time is this: Does Trump’s public affection for Vladimir Putin correspond with his dependence on Russian investors?

Forget Clark Kent. Tom Brady is the real Superman

It was epic, a Super Bowl for the ages and the sages.

We shall not see its likes again.

The magnificence of Tom Brady, the Greatest of All Time, in leading an astonishingly surreal comeback from 25 points down in the third period to an absolutely stunning 34-28 overtime win over the shell-shocked Atlanta Falcons should be preserved in watercolor for future generations to savor and perhaps even genuflect.

The Patriots were dead. The coroner was about to put toe tags on their corpses.

Their offense was going nowhere. Their defense was a sieve.

Brady took more hard hits than a busy parking lot speed bump.

They should have been drenched with despair.

But no.

They didn’t quit. Not one ounce.

Out of stillness comes swiftness.

Out of patience comes energy.

With Brady’s unstoppable, supernova rhythm of poised perfection, pristine accuracy and riverboat-gambler nerve incredibly steering the wheel in a game that defied adjectives, the Patriots found the gates out of hell.

Terrific Tom is the ultimate lifeline.

As it unfolded before eyes that couldn’t believe what they were seeing, the magic floating in the air was palatable.

The whole world witnessed a colossal miracle.

A resurrection that will be etched in eternity.

It was one of those galactic explosions of white light that simply consumes everything else.

Genius fascinates and watching Brady Sunday night in Houston must have been what it was like to watch Vincent van Gogh paint or Wolfgang Mozart compose.

Roger that, Goodell, and all your Deflategate nonsense.

Brady doesn’t have deflated balls. Just the opposite.

A hard blue vein runs through his character

Brady led the Patriots back from deficits of 21-0 and 28-3 with a throw-early, throw-late approach as the Patriots roared back. Entering Sunday, no team had won the Super Bowl after trailing by more than 10 points.

Brady was named the game’s MVP. It was the fourth time — an NFL record — he had earned MVP honors, having won the award in 2001, 2003 and 2014.

It was the fifth Super Bowl win of Brady’s career, the most for a quarterback. He is the first to play in seven Super Bowls and the victory ties him with defensive end Charles Haley for most Super Bowl rings.

Brady, ancient for a quarterback, finished 43-for-62, the most attempts in Super Bowl history, for 466 yards and two touchdowns. His 466 yards passing are also a Super Bowl record, surpassing the 414 yards Kurt Warner had 17 years ago.

I missed David vs. Goliath, but I did see Clay vs. Liston, Ali vs. Foreman, Douglas vs. Tyson, Armstrong vs. Moon.

But I never saw anything like Brady vs. Impossible.

Except, perhaps, for Brady vs. Time.