Jimmy Cannon used to write a column called “Nobody Asked Me, But…” in which he mused, observed, and basically added his two cents on just about anything. With apologies to Cannon, here are My Two Cents….

Agree with him or not, Mayor Bloomberg is an unabashed cheerleader for New York City, much as Ed Koch was in his time. Not every mayor would don a Cowboy hat and pick up a guitar the size of Oklahoma to announce the city had won the rights to a country music awards show. Yee-ha.

The Coffey Street Pier is one of Brooklyn’s best-kept secrets. You can fish, lie on the grass, or sit on one of the benches and get a fabulous close-up view of the Statue of Liberty – all without a crowd.

Joe Torre may be the best manager who ever lived and the nicest guy in the world but, as someone who began life rooting for the Brooklyn Dodgers, I just can’t bring myself to root for the Yankees.

I can do without wall-to-wall coverage when Britney Spears gets divorced. By the way, did she and dancer boy ever get around to making it legal?

Why do TV weather forecasters make so much money? I can’t see how much talent it takes to stand in front of a weather map, point at radar images of rainstorms, read the forecast, and often get it wrong.

Don’t you hate it when the owners of a nice new restaurant who were friendly and courteous turn snooty after getting a good review in the New York Times?

The Chatham Square OTB in Chinatown is the best pony parlor in the city.

My crush on CNN anchor Daryn Kagan is over. How can someone that pretty, smart, funny, and talented go out with Rush Limbaugh?

When did Al Sharpton become so respectable? Here’s a guy who was an FBI informant, did business with mobsters, and perfected the art of racing from press conference to press conference to make the nightly news in two or three different segments. He’s the Willie Sutton of New York politics: He goes where the money is.

Why does it take just 10 minutes to get from 23rd Street in Manhattan to downtown Jersey City on the PATH train and half an hour to get from 23rd Street to Downtown Brooklyn on the subway?

Stingy Lulu’s in the East Village is a great place to grab a quick bite to eat. Lundy’s is the best seafood place, dollar for dollar.

Why anyone would pay to listen to Howard Stern when he goes satellite is a mystery to me.

Day in, day out, Mike Lupica still writes the best sports column around.

The person who develops a pop-up ad blocker for the Internet that actually works will become an instant millionaire.

It’s not at all surprising that Fox News Channel keeps widening its ratings lead on CNN and just trounced it in the presidential debates: Roger Ailes gets it; the suits that run CNN don’t.

The newly released “Happy Birthday Newport!” is one fabulous collection of live jazz recordings. Everybody’s on it, from Louis Armstrong and Willie “The Lion” Smith to Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Miles Davis, Mahalia Jackson, and Sarah Vaughan. It’s three hours of the greatest music ever played.

Why is Page Six in the New York Post on page 10, or 12 – or even 18?

If I ever get arrested for a crime, I want Marvyn Kornberg for my lawyer. If I get arrested in Jersey, get me Miles Feinstein.

Don’t you hate neighbors who decide that midnight would be a good time to get out a hammer and some nails and start putting up pictures?

I can’t walk past ground zero without getting angry.

It’s amazing how many want ads there are in the papers for private school teachers. I guess that’s why the city always has to hire thousands of new teachers every year.

New York Magazine is becoming a “must-read” again.

“Shark Tales” is the funniest movie I’ve seen in a while; “Friday Night Lights” was the hardest to watch.

There’s no greater jazz talent anywhere than Wynton Marsalis. He also has a great jump shot.

I’ve never understood why anyone cares what celebrities think about politics. Sean Penn’s opinion on Iraq, Charlton Heston’s thoughts on gun control, and who Alec Baldwin likes for president are irrelevant.

Nothing beats sledding down the hills near the Picnic House in Prospect Park right after a snowstorm. So bring it on.