At this year’s Super Bowl, there will be more than just kosher franks, knishes and pretzels. ‘We will be the most kosher stadium in the country.’
Gerald Eskenazi had a great idea: Take the whole family to Paris for our 50th anniversary. Even better: Make it a Jewish experience, as well.
We are endlessly fascinated by stories of Jews who play sports and play them well. An under-the-radar publication suggests there are more of them than you might think.
The Brooklyn Dodgers and Cal Abrams had the pennant locked up along with the loyalty of millions of Jews. In a flash, they blew their lead and turned a kid’s world upside down.
It certainly wasn’t your average Friday night Sabbath.
It used to be so simple: On Sunday mornings I’d go upstairs to my grandma’s part of the house, snuggle in bed with her and sing “You Are My Sunshine.” How she kvelled.
In corners of the world I never expected my Jewishness to surface, my ancient heritage finds me. Or is it the other way around?
I was sailing along the Nile on a fancy cruise, breakfast-time. I looked in the breadbasket, and there I saw them: bagels! On the Nile!? I knew, just knew, they couldn’t be good. And they weren’t. They were white bread made round.
Ever hear of a Jewish motocross racer? Neither have I, and I’ve been around sports for almost 50 years and written about Olympics from the Alps to Barcelona.
The candles were lit just before sundown, and the Sabbath meal was about to be served.