Posted by keithosaunders on December 24, 2010
I’m in Hawaii for Christmas. Wasn’t there an Elvis song, Blue Hawaii? Well that’s me this year; just me and The King. I’m not going to waste your time describing what it’s like — you know the drill — tropical climate, the Leis, the Hulas, the Luaus, the one-armed, double-jointed stewardess. Wait, did I go one too many?
A few points of interest are worth noting and then we’ll forget this ever happened. After arriving at Kona Airport my sons and I drove one of the rental cars while my wife, ex-neighbor, and daughter took the other one. Naturally, being guys, the first thing we did was to check out the local radio stations. First station, reggae; second station, reggae; third station, smooth jazz; fourth station, reggae. We even heard Christmas reggae music.
“We wish you a reggae Christmas and a reggae New Year!”
It’s a little too much, if you ask me. There’s no jazz here, only of the smooth variety, and that’s not jazz, but Muzak to my ears.
I don’t know how real sports fans live here. Besides the fact that there are no pro local teams, with the earlier time zone the basketball and hockey games all begin at 2PM and are over with with by 9PM. What do you do after that…listen to reggae?
There is one perc, however. This Sunday the Giants play a huge game in Green Bay against the Packers. The game begins at 8AM Hawaiian time. The way things are playing out I’ll be able to watch the entire game without disrupting my families’ plans. I am da winnah.