They call it the "June gloom" - the early summer haze that clogs the LA air and makes you feel like you're living in a world that has been crop-dusted. The skies clear - well, by LA standards - for a time around midday, but soon enough the haze returns and you're back to seeing life through the atmospheric equivalent of a lace curtain.
I have tried to explain to my American friends that New Zealand's "June gloom" is a damn sight wetter and colder. They should count themselves lucky; if this is gloom, then I'm all for it. I have tried also to explain to them the concept of netball, but that's another story. Suffice to say nobody here gets it.
What they do get right now is football, or at least the World Cup. As you read this, millions of Americans will be either celebrating their national side's advancement at the Brazilian tournament, or commiserating the end of the road. There is confidence in the land of the free as I write. The Yanks have a good history against Germany. Last time I looked they were 2 and 0, leaving it late both times.
The US of A has gone crazy for the round ball. The World Cup has almost knocked LeBron James' "Decision 2.0" from the top of the headlines. Almost. When you consider football barely rates a mention here at the best of times, the sport would not be complaining about being in the same bulletin as LeBron, let alone competing on air time, so to speak.