Week In Will Do: We Still Don’t Know What To Call This Fumo Thing

• Vince Fumo, Pennsylvania’s only alpaca farmer with his own bobblehead. Oh, yeah, he was also indicted and was later eaten by South Philadelphia residents.

• The least surprising revelation of the week? Fumo likes Alicia Lane.

• Meanwhile, Frank DiCicco gets carried into this whole mess just because the feds want to sex up their indictment. Rrrawr!

• Meanwhile, as New Jersey plans to switch from incandescent to fluorescent light bulbs, one Burlington lawmakers doesn’t want to offend a dead man: “I obviously respect the memory of Thomas Edison, but what we’re looking at here is using less energy.”

• Anna Nicole Smith died; the public got the highlights, the press just beat a dead horse again.

• Various octogenarian wrestlers were scheduled to fight a high school principal.

• Stephen A. Smith is a much better debater than anyone could have ever imagined.

• Terrell Owens and Howard Eskin got into a verbal fight, and T.O. gave us our second quote of the week: “Who told you I was mad about your canned food drive?”

• Smerconish in the Sunday Inky! Ohmigod! That might mean his column is up on the site right now. Let’s check! Ahh, it’s not, but there is a preview! And Mark Bowden, too! I can’t stop using any more exclamation points! (And, yes, Dan Rubin is a metro columnist. More on it later; I’m still trying to digest it.)

• The court rules: Not wearing pants in a hotel room is legal.

• Jim Greenwood wants us to know he knows what’s good for us.

• Oh, yeah, the Super and Puppy Bowls, too. And a Wing Bowl correction.

• Wait. Rubber sidewalks were this week, too? This was a long week. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.