Basketball is already here

You gotta love great college basketball matchups pre-Thanksgiving. Last night we were treated not only to a top 10 clash between Duke and Kansas, but an even better contest between two of our local teams rekindling an old rivalry at the Verizon Center.

So neither Maryland nor Georgetown is in the top 25. Who cares. Play like they did last night and they will be. They were two teams who lived up to the moment, even if the moment preceded Thanksgiving by a week and a half.

Turkeys got nothin’ a little DMV bragging rights.

Sweet sounds of fall

Well, even if we aren’t high-fiving in Loudoun County or the District these days they sure were high-fiving in Landover yesterday, specifically at FedEx Field, where the politically-incorrect football team ’round these parts topped the Minnesota Vikings 26-20.

There is only one thing sweeter than hearing the Redskins win on a fall Sunday afternoon…

Hearing Dick Stockton call a Redskins win on a fall Sunday afternoon.

Kudos, Fox, for bringing out a legend.

Invisible majority elects Trump

Walking around Loudoun County the past two days I have been looking and looking for someone to high-five about our soon-to-be new president. Haven’t found anyone yet. Also, according to my Facebook newsfeed not a single person voted for the man. And per the mainstream media it’s been nothing but protests (protesting what exactly?) and disillusionment.

For a time on Tuesday evening it seemed my home county would blow the election for Mr. Trump. Virginia was beet red until votes from the northern counties started coming in, turning the state to Mrs. Clinton. Yup. That embarrassing splotch of blue at the top is where I live.

Thank God there are real people who live out in the rest of the country. Someday I’ll go and give ’em a high-five.

New respect for Standard Time

I’ve spent more than a decade criticizing Daylight Savings Time, and yes, on the whole I find it sort of silly. But these days I’ll take every minute I can get, and the extra hour yesterday gave my weekend a much-appreciated lift.

They say an old Native American proverb claims only the white man would cut a foot off one end of a blanket, sew it on the other end and think his blanket is now a foot longer.

Yup.

But damn I love my nice long blanket.

Cubs win!

For those of you who’ve been in caves on Mars the past 24 hours, and for whom your only source of contact with the outside solar system is this blog, yes, the Chicago Cubs are World Series champions for the first time since Roosevelt.

Teddy Roosevelt.

Speaking of politics, does this not portend the third action in our series of unbelievable events of 2016? The Cavs? The Cubs? Trump?

You heard it here first.

Stage is set for historic Game Seven

I’m really not sure whether sixth games of seven-game series are rigged or not to produce Game Sevens, but even if they are I’m fine with it. Of course the Cubs would win last night, forcing a historic final game that everyone has been dreaming about. You know Fox studio executives (and every single baseball fan) wanted a Game Seven and now we have it.

(Heavenly chorus sound effect.)

Prediction: tonight’s winner will end a really long franchise drought of World Series victories.

Of course it would go this way

Like a tease worthy of Charlie Brown’s football or 108-year curse, I’m afraid the Chicago Cubs’ victory last night in Game Five of the World Series merely staved off the inevitable. It must happen this way, no? The victory gave Chicago fans that foolish ray of hope which makes things like running gags and curses so effective. Yet so mean.

I must say, however, that last June I felt the same way about the Golden State Warriors, one game from an NBA Championship (they still are). There fortune smiled upon the land of Cleve, then dubbed Believe, where fate resumes its play this Tuesday eve.

Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see

Fifty years ago tomorrow TV audiences were treated to an instant favorite among critics and casual viewers alike. It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown was the third Peanuts television special and second holiday-themed episode after the equally legendary A Charlie Brown Christmas. Like most people I have seen the show dozens of times, and I’m happy to say my son is now at an age that he not only wants to watch it multiple times, but actually understands some of the jokes. (“I got a rock” is repeated often in our home.)

Like James Bond or the Pink Panther, Team Charlie Brown peaked in the 1960s with their first few efforts on the screen. It’s tough for modern tellings to match the elegance and cache of their ’60s counterparts, regardless of CGI of special effects wizardry. It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown is simply great storytelling. It’s serious enough for adults and silly enough for kids, and tries just hard enough to make you realize full well you’re watching something difficult look easy. The sound is quintessential Peanuts; Charlie Brown sounds like Charlie Brown and Vince Guaraldi sounds like Vince Guaraldi. Nothing is overdone or wasted, and even the silly sections keep your attention.

It is said that after the episode aired in 1966 children around the country sent candy and sweets to their local TV stations for the kid who got only rocks in his Halloween treat bag. I’d have Franklin do it as a lark but I’d probably have NSA agents showing up at my door.

Different world, eh?

But I’m still watching the same TV special.