Here in D.C., we are awaiting snow this weekend. And that means the pre-snow HYSTERIA has begun. Folks are canceling stuff all over town, stocking up on groceries, sidewalk salt, shovels, etc.
I am not hating. In fact, I texted my husband a list today: there must be chocolate (for s'mores). There must be popcorn. There must be spaghetti sauce or chili or soup.
There will be sledding. (We live near a hill.)
What there will NOT be is a Superbowl party. I am on strike.
I won't go into the details, but let me put it this way: ONE member of the household is heading to Miami; others were not — ahem — invited.
So we have other fish to fry. HOOPS for one thing.
We are looking ahead to the NBA ALL-STAR game, which is on VALENTINES DAY.
(Okay, now ladies, don't be mad. That actually WOULD be my idea of a fabulous V-day date. It's in Dallas, though, so that's not going to happen. It was in D.C. one year. We have not been the same since. I did not know Louis Vuitton actually made some of those clothing items ... did you?)
And, of course, MARCH MADNESS.
So I'm thinking about hoops, and that got us to thinking about basketball's past and future. So we had two stories today that speak to both ends of the continuum: to the past, a new documentary explores the important role Jewish Americans played in the development of B-ball.
I'm from New York, so how did I not know this? Well, thanks to David Vyorst and his film The First Basket, now I do.
And, we tell you about a new face in the game: Jeremy Lin, of Harvard. The school has not EXACTLY been known as a basketball powerhouse, until now. His is a new face in this increasingly global and diverse sport.
And if you DO find yourself snowed in this weekend maybe you'll want to check out this new documentary about SOUL TRAIN.
Break out the Afro Sheen!