Correction: the spelling on T.O.'s publicist's name is Kim Etheredge. That needs to be cleared up so she can get full blame for saying that her client has "25 million reasons'' not to kill himself. Thanks, that puts everything in perspective. Too bad for you losers making 40K a year - you, if you want to off yourselves, I understand, but not if you're rich like my guy.

On the other hand, I can't blame her for openly questioning what was in the police report, because right now, it deserves questioning. Again, now that this thing has gone completely off the tracks and is taken the nation by storm (for better or worse), a little clarification from the police and/or paramedics is in order. There has to be some reason it was written up in that report that she (1) told them he was depressed, (2) tried to take pills out of his mouth and (3) had no clue about the location of the missing 35 pills. Again, at best, it looks like a terrible misunderstanding. At worst, someone's not telling the truth. Whether it's her and T.O., or the police, it's not good either way.

Still, what does it say when both the agent (Drew Rosenhaus) and publicist (Ms. Etheredge) turn into instant celebs and have an indelible media moment while working for the same guy? You'd think that would happen more often, but it's really only happened to T.O. Can we readily identify the agent and/or publicist for, say, Whitney and Bobby, or Britney Spears, or Kobe, or O.J.? Somehow, they don't get sucked into a media whirlpool, but T.O.'s reps do. I don't actually know what to say about that.

The bottom line is this: less than 24 hours after being rushed to the hospital and allegedly engendering conversation about depression, overdose and suicide, the man sat in front of a row of cameras and a room full of reporters looking as if he's just gotten his ankle iced down after twisting it in practice. This is so fishy, I need to go buy tartar sauce just to watch it all.

But I will have it all dissected and analyzed for you by tomorrow morning's paper. Suuuuuuure I will.

P.S. Today's luckiest athlete on earth is the Charger's Terrence Kiel, who should be thanking his maker that T.O. did all of this on the same day that news broke about Kiel's arrest, at the Chargers' facility, for trafficking COUGH SYRUP. Four days before he was supposed to come to town to play the Ravens. Runner-up: the Bad News Bengals' Odell Thurman.

Said it before and I'll say it again: and it's the NBA that's got the image problem?