This is the modern zoo

Yesterday I made the pilgrimage all Northern Virginians must now undertake, a journey to Nova Wild in Reston. Formerly the Reston Zoo, Nova Wild is the 21st century version of going to the zoo, an immersive experience that makes the old zoo look like a junk heap of boomboxes and flip phones.

For the past few years I’ve figured traditional zoos would go the way of plastic straws and Sea Worlds and disappear in a cloud of woke. Locking up animals so we could gawk at them? Okay, Boomer.

I’ll admit Nova Wild does have a few traditional animal displays. Traditional displays, not traditional animals. If you’re looking for a giraffe or an elephant you’d better head to Africa. Or take out your phone and search up a pic. The folks at Nova Wild know you’ve seen the usual suspects already. It’s 2023. You want to see an axolotl or a red ruffed lemur? You’ve come to the right place.

A zoo in 2023 is not just the animals. It’s animal welfareeducation, and conservation. Accredited by the Zoological Association of America and certified by American Humane.

Wow, did these guys do their homework or what?

Topping it all off, of course, is the drive-thru safari.

You read that correctly.

You do not go to this part of the zoo. The zoo comes to you.

Picture Jurassic Park, but instead of dinosaurs it’s alpacas and reindeer coming up to your car. Or a bison. Or an emu.

Did I mention you are the one driving your car? Yeah, your car. They give you a bowl of food to feed the animals. Stick your hand out the car window and feed a buffalo.

I swear to God I am not making this up.

It’s, well… wild. There is no false advertising here.

Nova Wild has been open for a few weeks now and I imagine soon everyone in the DMV will have paid a visit. One of them, no doubt, will decide to fight the peacock or outrun the cheetah. I’ve seen Jurassic Park and I know these great ideas have a way of going south. Oh, it won’t be the animals’ fault. Not the animals on display anyway, but rather the so-called noble savages driving the cars.

I just hope it makes a good story when we show up on CNN.

All the best to the folks running Nova Wild. “Planned” as a “non-profit venture” makes the business model sort of a mystery, but like the potential lawsuit when someone gets hurt, I’m not going to think about it.

Personally I just saved like 20 grand on an African safari so I’m feelin’ pretty good right now.

MAM today

The last two weeks on Math and Musings I’ve discussed Jim Boeheim and Patrick Ewing, legendary basketball men now reduced to playing golf, I suppose, or whatever one does when no longer coaching.

Yup, I’m the new Sports Illustrated cover jinx, with Boeheim and Ewing let go from Syracuse and Georgetown respectively days after their profiles on MAM.

I considered testing the jinx today with an episode describing how I never win the lottery or get a letter from Hogwarts, but decided to go with a chronicle of St. Patrick’s Day instead.

Don’t think they’re going to get rid of that one any time soon, but you never know.

Studying up on college hoops past and present

The brackets are out and the stats sheets are being studied, but in classic O’Connell fashion I’m about 40 years behind the times, engaged in a book now about the “old” Big East conference of Ewing, Thompson, Boeheim, et al. The book is Dana O’Neil’s The Big East: Inside the Most Entertaining and Influential Conference in College Basketball History. Official publication date is 2021, but somehow I missed it for a year and a half. I’m making up for it now.

On the cover is a young Patrick Ewing, Hoya Destroya from Georgetown’s glory days. Until recently he was back at his alma mater as head coach, and yeah, he was busy in between D.C. gigs too. Legendary center for my childhood team, the New York Knicks, discussed at length on last Friday’s podcast. Basically he brought Big East basketball to the NBA, and specifically the brawling Eastern Conference.

Perhaps former University of Connecticut coach (and three-time National Champion) Jim Calhoun said it best:

“It was Camelot. Camelot with bad language.”

Well said.

Selections all around

Oscar winners announced on the same night as NCAA Tournament selections? What a delicious juxtaposition.

Other than Top Gun: Maverick I hadn’t seen a single Oscar-winning film, but then, I hadn’t seen a million college basketball games this year either.

But in the next three weeks, I’m going to watch 67.

And zero Oscar-winning films.

Some good TV, some not so good TV

It’s not often I get to watch my alma mater play on TV (is it still called “TV”?), but last night I had the opportunity to do just that.

It was fun for about five minutes.

I probably should have expected a thrashing, but I often go into these things like a wide-eyed college kid.

Vermont 79, Binghamton 57.

Honestly it wasn’t even that close.

Luckily for me I’ve got some good TV these days courtesy of the ageless Mel Brooks. To some a hero and to others a mere legend (so he says in the show’s opening), Mel’s still doing his thing at 96. And more than 40 years after he made us laugh with History of the World, Part I, there is now–you guessed it–History of the World, Part II. Streaming on Hulu, it’s basically a 30-minute episode of SNL, which I suppose has always been a 90-minute episode of Mel Brooks. Most of the sketches (can I use that term?) are low-hanging fruit, but hey, it’s Mel Brooks, and he’s got some of the biggest names in the business spouting these corny lines.

Don’t we all deserve to laugh these days, when there’s so much turmoil and bad basketball in the world?

This too comes once a year

Tomorrow night is it. The one time a year I sit down and watch a Binghamton Bearcats basketball game.

That’s right. Tomorrow night at seven my alma mater takes on perennial America East powerhouse Vermont in the conference semifinals, winner getting to play for a bid in the NCAA tournament. Game is on ESPN+… and the living room of yours truly.

Go, Bearcats!

Sadness, gladness, and a little reminiscing

Sandwiched between the worst day I ever experienced (March 2, 2006) and the finest moment I ever experienced (March 5 a few years later) there is this date: March 3. Three-three, if you will. This time of year is always worthy of a little reminiscing.

Today on Math and Musings you’ll hear the tale of my first ever college basketball game, February 17, 1990, a simpler time no doubt, but filled with drama on the court.