WASHINGTON -- Rather astonishingly, I wasn't invited to sing with Bono, pray with the bishops, party with Hollywood or hoop it with Barack O'Balla. Truth be told, I traveled to D.C. for a business dinner, which allowed me just enough time to absorb the audacity of hope and love and change -- and for a street peddler to offer me some ratty knockoff of a certain jersey from Punahou High School."Twenty dollars," he said.
No, thanks. I'm going to wait for the Nike Zoom Barack IV Hypermax MVP Blue Chip Shox Vision TB sneakers to come out.




