Of all the disturbing things going on in the world this week I found one item more disturbing than the others. Author extraordinaire J.K. Rowling has piped up yet again, backtracking a bit on her otherwise classic Harry Potter series. She now says she wishes her two main protagonists (the title character and his would-be girlfriend, Hermione Granger) ended up together at the end of the series. (Spoiler alert: they don’t.) Not only do I think second-guessing your work is in bad form and just bad all around, I completely disagree with that ending on its face.
The world, we discover as adults, is much bigger than the world we see as middle school students. You don’t end up marrying the girl you loved in sixth grade. That’s just how the world works. You grow up, you encounter new and better things, and you meet someone else who also didn’t end up with the person he or she loved in sixth grade. Classic example: The Wonder Years, an ending so many viewers disparaged when Kevin and Winnie ended up merely friends in its present-day epilogue. I thought it the perfect ending because that’s how life really works. Ms. Rowling did her young (and old) readers a favor by ending the series that way, and I think she should keep her muggle mouth shut about it now.
My beloved Syracuse Orange (in my day they were the Orangemen) this season have produced great victory after great victory, resulting in, thus far, an undefeated season and an inside track to a #1 seed in the NCAA Tournament. Must be the inferior competition from that new conference! #bigeastforever!
What a bust.
Last night’s “game” from MetLife Stadium was an ugly affair, quite literally from the first snap of the ball. It was not altogether too different from the first Super Bowl I watched in 1990, when the Denver Broncos were trounced by Joe Montana and the San Francisco 49ers 55-10. I guess I’ve come full circle.
With not much to say about the game I’m relegated to commenting on the halftime show, of which I was pleasantly surprised. Bruno Mars brought it like a 21st century dark-skinned Elvis (complete with 1950s Elvis hairdo) with a twist of early ’80s Michael Jackson. I thought the Red Hot Chili Peppers were an unnecessary but delightful bonus, and as a child of the ’90s I approved, of course.
All that and a touch of Jerry Seinfeld and Jason Alexander? Two thumbs up.
And by the way… congrats, Seattle.
Last night’s season finale of White Collar represented everything holy and unholy about serial television. Don’t get me wrong, this season has been great, and the final unfolding of the “Rebecca” story arc did not disappoint (Fort Totten!). When I looked at the clock, though, at that final resolve and realized there were more than 20 minutes left in the episode, I knew some trickery was on its way. After some silly floundering we find WC‘s producers relying on the oldest trick in the book: bringing us right back to where we started!
I won’t give away any more plot points for the sake for those who haven’t seen it. I still recommend the show, and because I’m already hooked I’ll be back for a sixth season. Even somewhat predictable is still good on this show, one of the best currently on TV.
Not to be missed tonight… match-up number two of outdoor hockey in the House that Ruth Built. Tonight the New York Rangers take on the New York Islanders from Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. The Rangers try to make it a two-game sweep after handing it to Martin Brodeur and the New Jersey Devils Sunday afternoon. With these games and a Super Bowl coming up this Sunday, New York area sports are looking pretty good right now. (And pitchers and catchers report in 16 days.)
The roster of last night’s Grammy winners reads as a who’s who of people I’ve never heard of and music to which I’ve never listened. I’ll be honest, reading down the list of names from the most “important” categories the first one I recognized was Herb Alpert. My exact thought was… that guy’s still alive?
If I ever were in touch with “current” music I became out of touch with it long ago. But, like most things in life I’ll get around to it eventually. I’m glad I live in the future, at which time nearly all of the world’s music is but a click away for a few dollars a month. Spotify playlist here we come!
I’m glad to see my beloved New York Yankees are spending like the Yankees again, this week marking $155 million over seven years (plus a $20 million “posting fee,” whatever that is) to a pitcher who’s never played an MLB game. With big off-season money spent on All-Stars Brian McCann and Jacoby Ellsbury, this is starting to feel like home. Seems as though their biggest star, however, will be making the same amount of money playing baseball this year that I will: zero. Great as A-rod is (or was)… I don’t mind a nickel.
They say you can’t go home again, and in general I find that to be true. But all I have to do today is go outside to get a big, wintery dose of good old upstate New York. Super.
After a great day of football yesterday, the Denver Broncos and Seattle Seahawks have their tickets punched for Super Bowl XLVIII. in most sports a Denver/Seattle championship would have TV execs in tears–not exactly the nation’s biggest markets–but the Super Bowl isn’t really about pulling for the home team. This year’s “big game” (as it’s called in places that can’t advertise it) should have fans and studio heads cheering. A classic youth versus experience matchup in Wilson/Manning and the first outdoor game in years? This one is set to be Super.
USA’s White Collar has been particularly good this season, and last night’s episode continued an intriguing subplot begun before its holiday hiatus. With only two more episodes left this season, I am pleased with what I have seen and expect nothing less as the season closes. If you haven’t gotten into White Collar, do yourself a favor and get yourself caught up to speed. All the cool kids are doing it.