Sweet Georgia Brown

At 4:00 yesterday, the age-old conflict of good vs. evil fought another in a series of epic battles, this time on the court at Lawlor Events Center. That's right: the Harlem Globetrotters were in town, playing the Washington Generals.

It was about what I expected, though there were no trampolines or ladders used to assist any of the 40 or so slam dunks that the Globetrotters had as the day went on. And while it wasn't the same as Shamu at Sea World, there should have been a splash-zone warning for the first 10 rows.

The "basketball" was, of course, a premise and not the main event. One sees the Globetrotters as one sees the circus - a loose premise meant to hold together various amusing antecdotes. If it were basketball alone, I was supremely impressed with how many 3-point baskets the Generals made. Gravity and physics are not suspended in this case, and to hit that many long-range shots is vastly more impressive than the 6'9" Globies slamming it every minute.

Also impressive was the non-Globetrotter entertainment. I've never seen a guy limbo under a bar that couldn't have been more than 12 inchess of the ground before. That was truly sweet.

I was amazed how loud the crowd was - roughly 1/3 the size of a typical Nevada basketball game, but easily 3 times as loud. I suppose it's a difference in expectations. When you expect to go and have a good time, you get into it more. When you expect to go and watch a game you, well, watch. Feel free to insert here some life-commentary about how you often get out of life what you put into it.

Special thanks to Beth, Anne, and my sister for coming to the show. Things like this simply aren't as much fun without friends to share them with.