First things first: Watch Homeland. It’s a miraculous riddle, wrapped in an enigma, rolled into the single best hour Sunday night premium cable has to offer. There’s unparalleled suspense, story lines that will leave you drooling at each turn, believable actors, nudity, violence, and a lightning fast plot that disallows bathroom breaks (even with DVR).
For those who don’t watch, my condolences. Stop reading this right now, get going.
A couple weeks ago, the show’s main character, CIA agent Carrie Mathison (played by Claire Danes) got drunk in a parking lot and went on a harsh rant regarding the local basketball team’s name. I still remember where I was when the Bullets announced they were metamorphosing themselves into the Wizards. My neighbor—clutching his stomach, with tears rolling down his rouge tinted cheeks—stumbled off his porch, laughing like a crazy person. “The Wiz!” he cried. “Who thought associating a basketball team with urine was a good idea?”
It’s tough to argue; the name is pretty terrible. And with a uniform change harking back to the Bullet days, the people upstairs seem to agree. God I miss the NBA.