In the 1950s, when Atlanta Falcons owner and Home Depot co-founder Arthur Blank grew up in a cramped one-bedroom apartment in the Sunnyside section of Queens — “My parents slept in a pull-out bed in the foyer,” he recalled — his family still managed to contribute to a puskhe. Jewish families put their pennies and nickels (and maybe even dimes!) in that familiar little charity collection can with a slot. And spare change, the 74-year-old billionaire said, “was a lot of money then.”
Dolph Schayes was a Hall of Famer and arguably the best Jewish ballplayer who ever lived. But sportswriter Gerald Eskenazi remembers the late Schayes as a typical Jewish dad.
Ugly chants at European soccer games suggest a rise of anti-Semitism. But, according to former New York Times sportswriter Gerald Eskenazi, sports fans and anti-Jewish prejudice have a long history together.
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.’
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.