Bill Bradley: He Got Game

* It has come to our attention that former New York Knicks star Bill Bradley, who's vying with Vice President Gore for the Democratic presidential nomination, offers some pointers on hotel room one-night stands in "Life on the Run," his recently reissued basketball memoir of his single-guy days: "Loneliness can be overcome only by reaching out for contact: a conversation in a bar, a sharing of dinner, a question in an elevator, a direct invitation, a telephone call to a room, or a helping hand with doors, windows, TVs, locks, or ice machines. The percentages are that if a man spends enough nights in hotels he will meet a woman with whom for that night he will share a bed, giving each a brief escape from boredom and loneliness. Make no mistake: Life in hotels is no continuous orgy." Thanks, Bill, we'll keep it in mind!


* Cuba libre: Dancing in the aisle and going shirtless after a seatmate spilled Scotch on him, Cuba Gooding Jr. partied hearty Tuesday night on a United Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Portland, Ore.--where he's filming the movie "Navy Diver." Gooding and half a dozen pals went through the beer supply in first class and belted out "It's the Hard-Knock Life" from the Broadway musical "Annie," reports fellow first-class passenger Shirley Berselli: "From the time we got on the plane till the time we landed, they never stopped joking and carrying on."

* New driver Prince William, 17, and his kid brother, Prince Harry, 14, pulled over to help star-struck Londoner Simon Thompson push his stalled BMW off a road in Chelsea last week, the Associated Press reports.

Who'll Make the Team In the Owners' Box?

Before he took over the Redskins, hardly anyone who is anyone had even heard of Boy Wonder Daniel Snyder, let alone imagined a day when they'd all be sucking up to him. But suddenly the 34-year-old marketing mogul is Washington's most powerful social arbiter. The reason is savagely simple: He decides who sits--and doesn't sit--in the owners' box at Jack Kent Cooke Stadium. Along with minority investors Mort Zuckerman and Fred Drasner, Snyder is performing brutal triage on a list of VIPs, reducing more than 1,000 possible guests to a mere 300 finalists.

Snyder's seating chart will be a crucial indicator of who's up and who's down in Washington--as significant, in its way, as the May Day portrait of the Politburo in the defunct Soviet Union. "We have a total of 500 seats to work with over the course of 10 home games," Snyder told us yesterday. "I think probably 200 of those are already spoken for--from my family and friends, Mort Zuckerman's family and friends, and Fred Drasner's family and friends." Zuckerman and Drasner, reflecting their ownership shares, together control a third of the seats, leaving Snyder to select the best bottoms to fill the rest of the choice chairs.

"The range," Snyder said, "is from every senator and congressman you can think of--I have a good relationship with J.C. Watts [R-Okla.]--to the speaker of the House, CEOs from the Fortune 500 companies, people who've been loyal to the Redskins, to people from the editorial side of your own paper, like Ben Bradlee." And unlike the Squire, who had no use for President Clinton, the Boy Wonder vows that "Bill Clinton will be welcome in my box."

Change Is His Friend

* Here's the latest in the continuing saga of Energy Secretary Bill Richardson's total make-over: Weeks ago, The Source reported that he was growing a beard. Now, at 51, he's getting in shape. Richardson tells us that over the past two months he's dropped 21 pounds, to a svelte 210, by eating a high-protein diet and hitting the gym four days a week. Working out at the trendy Results club with owner Doug Jefferies ("Doug has a sadistic style that infuriates me but seems to be successful"), Richardson denies that he's trying to get himself camera-ready in case Vice President Gore is in the market for a running mate. "I'm trying to get myself camera-ready for my wife," he claims. Meanwhile, the secretary is posing next week for a group portrait with all of the Energy Department's bearded employees. Our next installment: Beardless Bill.