When my Panchito Beat updater e-informed me that the guy who sold a dry drunk as a harmless good ol’ boy had been among the pundits invited to meet with the Big O before a big speech, I instantly flashed on Al Roker’s confession after his trip to the White House. And, given the Twit-boasting of bingeing on small but epic meatballs, pitied the washroom attendants yet again. Oh, the stories they can’t tell . . . .