By Alan Pergament
It is time to complain about the weather.
It was too nice over the weekend.
That was certainly true compared to the weather forecasts on local news, which I am really complaining about.
I suppose it was my own fault, but I trusted them.
I'm not complaining about anyone in particular, because I am sure if I did Channel 4's Pope Don Paul would complain that I misread his analysis.
I channel surf a lot in my job and late last week I heard the weather experts say that although Friday was gorgeous, there was going to be a decent amount of rain over the weekend.
So I planned accordingly.
Because that's what the local meteorologists do -- help us plan our weekends.
Rather than go to Canalside to soak in the sun and the music, I went to a movie late Saturday afternoon, "A Most Wanted Man" with Philip Seymour Hoffman. I was happy to check out the renovated North Park Theater, which was finally showing a movie I cared to see.
It was great. The North Park, that is. The movie not so much. Hoffman was terrrific as usual, but it is easier to figure out what Jon Bon Jovi really thinks about whether they Buffalo Bills should be moved than it was to understand the dark plot of the film based on a John le Carre story.
I think the film was OK even if it was over-rated nationally. But then again, I think every movie this summer has been over-rated. That is except "Boyhood," which I saw in New York City more than a week ago and plan to see again when it arrives here. It is the best movie of the summer. It is almost three hours long and you hardly notice it.
But back to Saturday afternoon.
I fully expected to emerge from the darkness of " A Most Wanted Man" to see the predicted ran.
However, it was sunny outside. Very sunny.
The rain never came Saturday, but surely would arrive Sunday afternoon as predicted.
Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me.
So I went off to the driving range Sunday in the countryside with the top of a convertible down, not caring if the rains came. I haven't hit a golf ball on the range in more than two years, but was inspired by a recent "Real Sports" report on HBO that said the sport is in serious trouble because it is too expensive, takes too long to play and is too frustrating.
If it is easier to get on a course now, then maybe I should get back in the game.
The golf piece wasn't even the most compelling in that "Real Sports" episode, which I saw late Saturday night.
The most compelling piece was about the migrant workers in Qatar, who are building the facilities for the World Cup in 2022 in oppressive conditions that have led to hundreds, if not thousands, of deaths.
And the workers can't get out of their jobs, either, and go home to their native countries.
It is a very, very sad, inhumane story that makes you wonder how the United States can possibly compete in the soccer tournament in Qatar unless FIFA steps in immediately and forces the mega-rich country to change its ways. Affter all, playing at Qatar would seem to be condoning what is being done there.
You would think that some pressure from the United States, which had a large percentage of fans at the World Cup matches recently completed in Brazil, would also help change things.
But back to golf.
I was terrible. But that was as predictable as the weather people getting it wrong sometimes. The rains stayed away until late at night, when it didn't really matter.
It looks like rain this morning, which means I might head back to the movies. I just wish "Boyhood" was playing here so I could see it again.