Not everything in the 21st century has been dumbed down

One of my quests this year is for my son to watch all the classic movies from my childhood with me: Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Back to the Future, etc.

Last night’s offering was E.T. Actually the name of the movie is E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial but my son’s first lesson about the film was that no one calls it that. E.T. will do.

From time to time as we watch these movies I find myself having to explain various plot points. For example, the scene where Elliot is drunk because E.T. is drunk. My son had no trouble identifying the drunkenness, actually, but trying to explain how he and Elliot were sharing one another’s feelings I sort of muffed.

Me: Uh, they’re like, morphed together somehow?

My son: “They’re synced.”

Wow.

We definitely should have had that word in the ’80s.

The Last Folk Hero

I was born on June 7, 1982.

Until last night I never knew that on this date the most storied franchise in American sports drafted arguably the greatest athlete ever to don a baseball, football, or track and field uniform.

Bo Jackson never played for the New York Yankees, but I appreciated reading about the connection (among other things) in Jeff Pearlman’s new book, The Last Folk Hero: The Life and Myth of Bo Jackson.

Pearlman is the bestselling author of nearly a dozen books, among them The Bad Guys Won (about the 1980s Mets) and Winning Time (about the 1980s Lakers). Now writing about 1980s baseball and football–does this guy know me or what?–Pearlman has found another sweet spot.

He admits the phrase “last folk hero” isn’t his. Hot take from Joe Posnanski. And it is ever so apt. Before there was YouTube or the ubiquity of recording devices, one had to be seen to be known. Growing up in rural Alabama, dirt poor and Black (sorry, but it’s an important part of the story), not many people saw Bo Jackson. Just heard of him. Maybe. Heard from someone who heard from someone. Like stories about Paul Bunyan or John Henry.

Some of these stories are familiar. (Yeah, he could jump over a parked car.) Some of them are new. (Wrestling a boar hog? Bo‘ hog? That’s where “Bo” came from?) Some live in history books or can be documented now with this thing called the Internet. (Scored the game-winning touchdown in a one-point win for Auburn over Alabama, Bo’s freshman season.)

But some stories… well, maybe they’re just the work of folk heroes.

No woke about it

It’s only about 20 miles from my house, but until yesterday I had never been to the National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, D.C.

In a word, I’ll be back, because…

this is the best museum in D.C.

There are about 70 such institutions that curate objects of cultural or historical significance in our nation’s capital: some big, some small, some broad in scope, others more narrow. I’ve been to probably half of them. To some I’ve brought school groups, to some I’ve brought my family, and to some I’ve gone alone. They’ve all been at least moderately interesting, but there’s one that stands out above all others.

I assure you I’m not just the white guy trying to say the woke thing here; the African American History Museum is the best of the lot.

Opened in 2016 it’s the new kid on the block, and yes, it’s got many of the trappings of a “modern,” 21st-century museum. Unlike the museums of my youth–painting, statute, do not touch–this one’s got videos, games, and screens you’re supposed to touch.

Much of the first two floors are devoted to the tragic part of the story. This unfortunate tale must be told. Slavery, racism, and some of the worst atrocities committed by man. It’s important to see. And we did.

The upper floors tell a little more of the modern and cultural part of the story, part of which has a political angle and part of which I could just experience as a fan. For the most part it’s sports and music, two of my favorite subjects anyway. And yeah, most of my childhood idols in these endeavors I realize now, well, let’s just say they don’t look like me. Some of the best athletes and best musicians, succeeding despite many of the obstacles presented by the attitudes described above. Or below, as goes the layout of the building.

Do yourself a favor and visit the museum some time. Of the many museum options in D.C….

this one’s the best.

There’s nothing the matter with Kansas

The Big 12 is the best conference in college basketball, with five of the nation’s top 14 teams.

As a nice mid-January Tuesday night treat, four of them faced off in two instant classics last night.

Following a pretty good undercard between Texas and Iowa State (won by the Cyclones), a national audience was treated to an intrastate rivalry between the second-ranked Kansas Jayhawks and 13th-ranked Kansas State. These are teams not only destined to vie for the Big 12 title, but also #1 seeds and perhaps a trip to the Final Four.

The last time K-State made the Final Four was the year LBJ was elected President. (KU has made a dozen such trips since ’64.) With their win last night over the bluebloods from Lawrence, all eyes will be on Manhattan… Kansas.

Proof again that there is really nothing the matter with that place.

NFL playoffs

Five games in the books and we’ve had some dandies. Is the phrase January Madness too much? Either way it continues tonight. Seriously, whoever came up with the idea to put a Wild Card game on Monday night… spot on.

Remember that last year the winner of that Monday night game (the Rams) won the Super Bowl a few weeks later.

With the Cowboys squaring off against the Buccaneers tonight, well, let’s hope history doesn’t repeat itself, but it’ll still be a fun game to watch.

Spare the child

Next in my son’s Film Series One Must Watch set is Star Wars, and last night I explained to him how even though A New Hope is called “Episode IV” it really is the first one they made and the first one they released.
“Daddy,” he asked, “did they ever make an Episode I, II, and III?”

(Pause.)

Um…

(Pause.)

No.

June 30, 2023, is marked on my calendar

One of my goals for 2023 is to have my son see at least some of The 365 Greatest Movies Ever Made and the Days You Should Watch Them. I figured we should start with the classics, and this week I had him watch all four Indiana Jones movies.

Yeah, all four. In a week. Four days, actually.

I tried to explain to him how moviegoers in the ’90s and ’00s had to wait 19 years for a fourth Indiana Jones movie while he had to wait only 19 hours.

His response was something along the lines of… eh.

But he loved the movies.

And as of this moment he’s caught up.

As of this moment.

Whatever I put to watch on June 30 this year… forget it. We’re going to see Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny.

My son, the Indiana Jones buff.