Now this is a real shot in the arm!
One step closer to getting back to reality.
Feels good.
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Update on the “take me to your leader” joke…
Alien comes to Earth, the morning of January 20 of all things.
Predictably, alien says, “Take me to your leader.”
Me: Um…
Now?
There are two greatly-hyped movies on Amazon Prime right now celebrating Black culture in the 1950s and ’60s. One I have mentioned before. That would be Sylvie’s Love, and it is one of the best films I’ve seen, big screen or not, in the past several years.
One Night in Miami? A movie I’ve looked forward to seeing for however many months it’s been since I first heard its premise? One of the worst.
That’s it. Just the worst. A movie about four of my favorite people (Muhammad Ali, Sam Cooke, Jim Brown, and Malcolm X) and it’s terrible? Wow, that almost takes effort. And the less said about it the better. My only question watching was, Is this film more offensive to Black people or to white people? Cliched and stereotypical in the most insulting ways, the “movie” is about as clever as a fart. You’re better off reading the Wikipedia articles about those four men and saving two hours of your life.
Actually, just watch Sylvie’s Love again and pretend some of it’s about boxing.
You’ll thank me later.
New coach, new goaltender.
Six goals from six different skaters against only 26 opponent shots?
I could have been the coach and goaltender.
Well, that might be a bit of a stretch, but local NHL team (that would be the Washington Capitals) are going to be just fine this season.
Am I putting too much faith in hockey to save this wretched winter?
Nah, feels like the right amount.
I’m in the middle of two new documentaries airing on “TV” right now. Tiger, of course, from HBO, the two-part story of Eldrick Tont “Tiger” Woods, as though no one has heard anything about the man who’s been world famous since he was two years old and has been one of the most well-known people on the planet for the past quarter century. Yeah, it’s more Dateline NBC than golf tournament but hey, what was I expecting? There’s enough golf to keep the purists entertained. So far.
I’m also halfway through a seven-part series on Netflix called Pretend It’s a City. Two of my favorite people collaborate on that one: Martin Scorsese and the incomparable Fran Lebowitz. If I could trade lives with anyone in the world, Fran Lebowitz is definitely in the top five.
But for a few years in the middle there I probably would have traded places with Tiger Woods too. Just not, you know, for a few things. If you’re not sure why just watch the documentary. It’ll probably come up.
Sports are supposed to be a pleasant diversion from the calamities of real life, no?
Notre Dame out, Washington Football Team out. Wizards dead last in the NBA.
And tonight I’ve got the most uninteresting championship game I’ll have seen in quite some time.
Still beats news and politics.
Wednesday evening was the first time this season I’d seen my local college basketball team, the Patriots of George Mason, play a home game on TV. Playing down the road from me in Fairfax, Virginia, the Patriots dropped their in-state battle with VCU, but I delighted in seeing the game on the small screen with my boy. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to color commentary from my favorite living author, John Feinstein, though the highlight for my son and me was examining the crowd shots for our cardboard selves at EagleBank Arena (nee Patriot Center).
Some day we take the cutouts home.
And sit there ourselves!
Remember the beginning of 2020?
When we found out we now had to put the entire 2-0-2-0 when writing the date so that someone couldn’t go and add numbers to our 20?
Yeah, I’ve been upset about that all year too.
But not in 21!
That crisis is over!
Yes, Virginia, the Washington Football Team is headed to the playoffs.
The new year is looking better already.
Walk tall,
Dress neat,
Be generous,
Stay cool.