Yesterday evening, desperate to avoid the name, face, or doings of Donald Trump, I watched a good deal of the Duke-UNLV basketball game. It was a Duke blowout, 94-45, apparently understood by aficionados as revenge for a famous 30 point UNLV upset of Duke in the 1991 March Madness final. [My overseas readers will be understandably mystified by all this.] At one point, when the game was already on ice, one of the Duke players came charging down the court with the ball and, at the last moment, rather than take the shot, flipped the ball behind him without looking to a teammate who scored with a flying slam dunk. It was clearly an homage to a famous moment in the 1992 Olympics won by the American Dream Team. That was the first year that active NBA pros were permitted to play, and merely to mention some of the names on the roster sends a thrill down my spine: Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, Karl Malone, Magic Johnson, Charles Barkeley.
That got me thinking this morning during my 23 degree walk: Why isn’t American football an Olympic sport? I mean, just about every conceivable other sport is. Two person Beach Volley Ball, for God’s sake! We would win, of course, but hell, there are sports dominated by other countries. Ping Pong? Precision swimming? I don’t think it is fair!