Right Now Is the Greatest Time to Be in Memphis
The weather is warm, but not intensely, disugstingly hot. The air isn't so densely humid that you get sticky just walking outside. Spring has been around long enough that allergies have cleared up, and there's (for once) very little rain in the weekend forecast.
Barbecue fest, our annual celebration of slow-smoked pork, has taken over Tom Lee Park. Cooking teams are using up their vacation days on a (very long) weekend of partying in elaborately constructed tents. The whole of downtown smells like a barbeuce sandwich.
And the Grizzlies – our beloved Grizzlies – are not only in the playoffs, but doing so well in the playoffs that it's not unreasonable to believe that they'll move on to the conference finals. National media are starting to come around to our team's dogged, grimy persuit of victory, talking our guys up, heaping praise on our crowds and hinting that maybe, just maybe, a Grizzlies vs. Heat final could be possible.
Nothing brings Memphians together quite like this magical combination of perfect weather, good food and gritty, grind-y basketball. Everyone is smiling, high-fiving and soaking it up because we truly appreciate this golden time, mostly because we know it won't last. We'll have to go back to work, the forecast will call for days of 110 percent humidity with no rain, and eventually, no matter what the outcome, basketball season will be over until next year.
But let's not think about that. Let's just stuff our faces and be outside and wave (or wear) our Growl Towls and smile knowingly at strangers, because it doesn't get any better than this.