It’s President’s Day, which isn’t as great as it used to be. Way back when, February seemed like one big presidential holiday — Abe Lincoln on the 12th and George Washington on the 22nd. It’s a wonder anybody ever got mail or made a bank deposit!

Then it all came crumbling down, and all the presidents got lumped into one day. Seemed like that was right about the time they discovered Washington wasn’t actually born on the 22nd (it was actually on the 11th), but there was a calendar upgrade and everything converted to what we have now.

Sure, we all know about the big guys when it comes to the presidents. But with the new President’s Day set-up, it now frees me up to celebrate some of these guys as well:

• James Buchanan (1857-61) — only bachelor president. How great must that pick-up line have been at the Buffalo Wild Wings in D.C.?
• Warren Harding (1921-23) — the guy had a size 14 shoe. And you know what they say about guys with big feet … they tend to die in office, which he did at age 57.
• Martin Van Buren (1837-41) — first president born as an American citizen, but have you seen the sideburns on this guy? Do yourself a favor and check those babies out.
• Millard Fillmore (1850-53) — installed the first bathtub in the White House. That’s all well and good, but I just like saying “Millard Fillmore.”
• You are not going to believe this, but John Tyler (1841-45), who was born in 1790, has two grandchildren WHO ARE STILL ALIVE. John also had 15 kids, which hacks off Buchanan to this day.
• But most of all, William Howard Taft (1909-13) was my boy. When he called it quits, he didn’t just go off and play golf and do lunch with his posse. He became Supreme Court Chief Justice. Nice second act. But the true measure of his greatness was that he “invented” the seventh inning stretch in 1910. He showed up for Opening Day of the Washington Senators game and when he got up during the middle of the seventh to stretch his legs, the crowd stood up with him as a sign of respect. Voila! Instant baseball tradition! And shame on you for thinking Harry Carey invented it.

So let’s all try to remember all 45 presidents on this day, not just the ones who get all the historical pub.

I’m pretty sure somebody is going to play defense in Sunday’s NBA All-Star Game, but it’s going to be difficult to pinpoint an exact time and location on the court.

To their credit, NBA honchos (what a great job description!) have figured out that they had game was broken and something must be done. You’d have thought they would have mandated defense as a logical first step, but hey, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.

Somewhere along the line, the All-Star Game went off the rails. The league is so certain that people wanted to see 192-182 that it did everything in its power to make that happen.

By the way, while you weren’t watching, that was indeed the score of last year’s game. See?

The NBA is the league that came up with the All-Star Weekend idea and is the one thing it has over football and baseball (the weekend, not the game). I could do without Jamie Foxx trying to break Justin Bieber’s ankles with a crossover dribble in the Celebrity Game, but there are some good events. The Dunk Contest has made a decent comeback after being left for dead a few years ago and the 3-point Shootout has had some memorable moments.

The rest of the events are not legitimate — including the actual game. But the NBA knows it, so this year they had the two leading vote-getters choose teammates from those who were elected. That gives it a certain playground bravado attached to it that might induce the players to actually play for bragging rights. (100 large to the winning team members certainly isn’t going to be an incentive; they’ll spend that much on Uber alone this weekend.)

So go ahead and attempt to watch Sunday night and if you somebody takes a charge or double-teams off a pick-and-roll, don’t say you haven’t been warned.