Trumping the competition

With victories now in consecutive state primaries, it seems Donald Trump should cruise to the Republican nomination for President. (I should probably have picked another word than “cruise.”)

Much depends, of course, on next Tuesday’s “SEC” primary, which includes not only most Southeastern Conference states but my home state of Virginia.

I do not hold much hope for Mr. Trump in the Old Dominion state on March 1. I’ve met the “Republicans” we have here. They’re more likely to write in Bernie Sanders than vote for any of our candidates.

With Republicans like these…

Non-nude Playboy making few headlines

The “most highly anticipated issue of Playboy in our history” has been on newsstands for nearly a week now, and damned if I haven’t heard a thing about it.

If a fully-clothed woman falls in a magazine, does it make a sound?

Remember a few months ago, when every person on the planet was talking about Playboy magazine? It’s like it was 1953, though this time it was for what the magazine was not showing in its future issues: the thing that made Playboy what it was.

I speak in the past tense with purpose, for Playboy stopped being Playboy decades ago. It seemed with this new development that the regressive transformation would now be complete.

Last Saturday a letter arrived at my home. It was from Scott N. Flanders, CEO of Playboy Enterprises, Inc. I thought maybe they were finally getting back to me about the photos I’d submitted (that’s a joke). No, Scott was infoming me about the “most highly anticipated issue of Playboy in our history.”

He informed me that the magazine feels different.

Indeed: different size. Upgraded paper quality. Somehow vintage and smooth and analog and cool. Total overhaul of the magazine. Hmm. Didn’t sell that one too well, Scott. And thanks, mainstream media, for missing the whole point.

Regardless, I paused, thinking perhaps I now had a worthwhile magazine in my hands.

I should have known better than to rest with this fleeting moment of amusement.

Yes, I should have known from that letter. From Playboy corporate. Mental note: don’t buy magazines from lawyers.

Where’s the Hefner seal of approval? One picture of The Man on page 126? (That’s the last page, by the way.) No World of Playboy, no Hef Sightings, no Mansion pics. It’s finally the “literary magazine” Hefner always joked about.

Picture, article, picture, article. Way to think outside the box, guys. More than anything Playboy used to read like a scrapbook. Cartoons, captions, pictures, and the long essays too. The photos were hit and miss in March 2016, and the cartoons were basically non-existant. And if the party jokes are really gone forever, there goes pretty much the only chance I ever had of making it back in the magazine. (One letter to the editor: July 2004)

The biggest sin Playboy has committed over the past decades from its height of popularity (explained to me by one of its former editors), has been its move away from revealing “the girl next door” to those looking to use the platform as a springboard to fame: aspriring models, actresses, and youtube stars. Read any centerfold’s profile from the past 20 years. Ambition: to become famous.

March 2016 centerfold? Dree Hemingway (yes, of the Hemingways). Already a model and actress.

Wrong.

And the full date on the photo? Please. Rule is just the month. Because centerfolds are timeless.

Jeebus, how’d they miss that one?!

With the focus off nudity, Playboy had the opportunity to do something useful with its 21st century reboot. If you’re going to make it about “the articles,” at least make the articles interesting. A few hits but more misses, in my opinion, though it’s still classier than its how-to-keep-beer-cold-articled “competitors.”

If nothing else I do appreciate what seems to be Playboy’s philosophy these days: let the sale web content and of licensed merchandise subsidize the print portion of the enterprise. No way the paper copy makes money (trust me, I’ve tried that), but if they want to continue to put it out there under some sense of nostalgic duty, I say go for it.

Look for updates here, periodically, as I continue my diligent research of this story.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lincoln

Ten score and seven years ago, in a one-room cabin most Americans are surprised to learn was actually in Kentucky, not Illinois, our nation’s sixteenth president was born.

I’ve heard it said that Abe’s mother, who desperately wanted her son to grow up to be president, was a bit disappointed that day.

Oh, dear, she exclaimed. With his birthday so close to General Washington’s, they’ll never give him his own holiday. They’ll just lump them together on a Monday and call it something like “Presidents Day.”

Presidents’ Day.

President’s Day?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lincoln!

“Economic” “development” strikes again

A website called LoudounNow (loudounnow.com) this week has picked up the ongoing story featured in the previous Sunday’s “Loudoun” section of the Washington Post. These are laughable pieces describing so-called “economic development” that I thought I left behind when I escaped Binghamton five years ago.

Nope. Even in rich counties such things exist.

More than just “developing” economies, though (let’s face it, Loudoun’s already pretty developed), the meddlesome folks down here are looking to boards, panels, and committees of experts to find things for us to do in our free time. Apparently that’s difficult and requires the work of quasi-government agencies.

Like I never left Binghamton.

Let me regale you with a few names.

You see, at the top seems to be the Loudoun County Department of Economic Development. Okay, bad enough.

Of course there is the Loudoun County Chamber of Commerce (I usually put “commerce” in quotes when discussing such things). Quoted in the LoudounNow article is the “Director of Membership and Brand Strategy” of said chamber of “commerce.”

There is the Loudoun Young Professionals, whatever that is. A dating service, perhaps?

And then the Leesburg Economic Development Commission, different from the county version.

The Loudoun Economic Development Advisory Commission is some type of subgroup of the Loudoun County Department of Economic Development (I think), then a subgroup of that is the Nighttime Economic Advisory Committee.

Yup, that’s a thing.

Still can’t figure out whether I’m in Binghamton, la-la land, or Soviet Russia.

But I repeat myself.

Denver’s “D” stymies Panthers

Secretly I hoped it would turn out this way. Didn’t want to jinx it, but yeah, I was hoping the Old Man-ning would get one more ring. Wasn’t the prettiest game I ever saw, but at least I got to see this one rather than being stuck at work as I’ve been for most Super Bowls the last decade and a half. This Super Bowl was especially sweet because it was the first one I got to watch with my son. (Well, he made about 15 minutes of it.)

This is an exciting few days at the O’Connell household. As a throwback to how we used to do it in the ’80s (before Twitter and Facebook and other useful distractions), we’ve decided this year to celebrate every minor holiday we can, and there are three in a row this week that are just perfect. Following yesterday’s “big game” we have Chinese New Year today, then tomorrow, of course, is Mardi Gras! That’s a pretty sweet trifecta right there and I plan to milk every minute of it.

Warriors one-off is best show in D.C.

In 1965 golfer Bobby Jones said of a young Jack Nicklaus, “He plays a game with which I am not familiar” (or something to that effect).

Watching the Golden State Warriors bring their magic show to the floor against any other NBA team reminds me of that sentiment.

Wednesday night I was treated to not one but two broadcasts of the Warriors against my hometown Wizards (thanks, local TV station). Sort of a one-sided ass-whooping from the word go, though the Wiz did make a game of it in the second half thanks to some spot-on play from John Wall. Completely overshadowed, of course, by the greatest show on hardwood.

The Warriors of 2015-16 have won 45 of their 49 games played. Yes, that’s on pace for a record. How do they do it? Hocus pocus, more or less. They’ve wowed and cowed so many other teams this season that one can’t help rooting for them, no matter the hometown allegiance. Indeed there were many oohs and ahhs for the boys from Oakland at the Verizon Center Wednesday night, a deference reserved for no other visiting team.

They say that football markets its teams, baseball its history, hockey its sport, and basketball its stars. The Golden State Warriors have defied this model. Yes, the team has stars, but they’re not flashy or braggadocious in the manner of a Kobe, LeBron, or Bulls-era Michael (all of whom got their individual respect in D.C., though it did not extend to their teams). Stephen Curry may be the best player in the world but he doesn’t act like it. He scored a quiet 51 points in Wednesday’s game.

Quiet 51?

Draymond Green had a quiet triple-double.

Quiet triple-double?

It’s a cliché, but the Warriors play as a team. They’re unselfish. And they put on a show. Don’t think Showtime Lakers or the Miami LeBrons. Kerr’s kids just go about their business. Bird-era Celtics? Teams led by Wooden or Smith?

The only example I can imagine from my own lifetime was the late-’80s/early-’90s UNLV teams under Jerry Tarkanian, beating up on Big West Conference opponents en route to an NCAA Tournament berth. It just looked like they were playing a different game than everyone else. Not beating up literally like Pistons Bad Boys or Georgetown of a few years before. Not one-man wrecking crews following Pistol Pete or Ralph Sampson or Austin Carr. The Warriors are a team of stars, playing as a team, and they’ve got youth on their side as well. They play a fast, perimeter game that’s somehow still stingy on D, and look cool doing it too.

It’s a game with which I am completely unfamiliar.

The best thing on TV

I used to think that there was no better theatre than politics on TV. One might think that this would be especially true in 2016. Bernie? The Donald? Come on! These guys are the SNL versions of themselves playing themselves in real life!

However…

Caucuses, primaries, debates, coin flips or no, the best thing on TV today is The People v. O.J. Simpson. If you missed last night’s premiere episode on FX, do yourself a favor and find it. It’s even more entertaining than when it was real.

I don’t care if 99% of it is made up or exaggerated, this is what I want to watch on TV. The cast is A-listers a mile long, playing people who became or already were famous themselves. Gotta love that.

Thanks, TV, for keeping me away from the real world just a little bit longer.

Back to work

I’ve got to say I’m a big fan of 10-day weekends and I think we should have them more often. That being said, I think I’m not alone when I say that getting back to work today is not going to come easy.

Two-hour delay gonna make that transition nice and smooth.

 

Ten and a half-day weekend.