This is probably the only animal on this list that you can actually keep as a pet. The Siberian hamster, or Dzhungarian hamster (Phodopus sungorus), often sold as the “winter white,” will change from a silvery chinchilla shade to mostly white if it is kept in a room that receives natural light. Temperature does not seem to affect the molt.
Arctic foxes (Vulpes lagopus) are typically brownish gray in the summer and frosty white in the winter. Weirdly, coastal populations in Alaska and Canada are slate gray and lighten only slightly during the winter. Some of these were introduced to the Aleutian Islands by fur trappers, who could charge more money for their unusually colored coats. Among the main predators of the Arctic fox is its cousin the red fox (V. vulpes). Though the overlap in range was historically rather thin, climate change has allowed the red fox to move farther into the Arctic fox’s icy domain, outcompeting it for food and sometimes eating it.
If you’re caring for a loved one with special needs, you may be thinking about how to enhance their care without compromising their eligibility for government benefits. Or perhaps you’re considering ways to provide for them after your death. Estate planning can be challenging in the best circumstances, but there’s additional complexity in setting up accounts and trusts for a family member with special needs.
The good news is you have choices, depending on the circumstances of your estate and the family member who needs lifetime care. Along with the Achieving a Better Life Experience (ABLE) account, various other trusts are available, including two types of special needs trusts that may be right for your family.
The Green Bay Packers and the Chicago Bears have played each other about 200 times since 1921, the year after the National Football League was founded. No NFL team has won more championships (13 for the Packers and 9 for the Monsters of the Midway), and none has placed more players in the Hall of Fame than the Packers and the Bears, not to mention the marquee value of their enshrined coaches—from founding Packer Curly Lambeau and George (“Papa Bear”) Halas to Vince Lombardi and Mike Ditka. As for the players, how about a few nicknames, such as the “Galloping Ghost,” “Golden Boy,” and “Sweetness”? But even more than longevity and legends, this is a rivalry about geography: namely, the relative proximity of the Midwest’s main megalopolis to the NFL’s smallest hometown, between which those from the Windy City—on their way to vacations on Wisconsin lakes—drive too fast, according to their Dairy State neighbors, whom Chicagoans disparagingly label “cheeseheads” only to watch them embrace that nickname and wear it on their noggins at Lambeau Field.
The Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics have met 12 times in the NBA finals. They tower above the competition in terms of Hall of Fame inductees (some two dozen each) and championships (17 for Boston and 16 for Los Angeles). Try to name better personal rivalries than Magic Johnson versus Larry Bird or Bill Russell versus Wilt Chamberlain. How about better symbolic drama and entertainment value? Exhibit A: Red Auerbach lighting his victory cigar on the parquet floor of the Boston Garden in the 1950s and ’60s. Exhibit B: slick-haired Pat Riley orchestrating the Lakers’ “Showtime” in Armani in the 1980s. The rivalry is also very complex, and race is part of the story. In the 1980s, when Johnson and Bird were dueling, the Celtics fielded a disproportionately white lineup at a time when the game had become dominated by African American players. Fans—both Black and white—noticed, though not as part of a meaningful national dialogue. Yet, two decades earlier, the Celtics had a starting line-up that featured at least four Black players in era when that was far from the norm. But then Boston, a hotbed of abolitionism in the 19th century, also was the scene of ugly antibusing demonstrations in the 20th century. Like I said, complex.
Race was also central to boxing’s greatest rivalry—Muhammad Ali versus Joe Frazier—even though both men were African American. Privately, they had been friends before their first match in 1971, but that changed after Ali—both an outspoken champion of Black power and a master of gaining psychological advantage—went to great lengths to depict Frazier, who was largely silent on the issue of civil rights, as a patsy for the white establishment. In that first fight, Frazier retained the heavyweight championship with a decision over the previously undefeated Ali, who was returning to the ring for the second time since being stripped of the championship in 1967 for refusing army induction during the Vietnam War. In their 1973 rematch, Ali won a commanding decision over Frazier, who had earlier lost the title to George Foreman. Fought in the Philippines in 1975, the last Ali-Frazier fight, for the championship (won back from Foreman by Ali), is considered by many to be the greatest fight of all time. For 14 rounds, Ali, the graceful lightning-quick boxer, and Frazier, the relentless bobbing-and-weaving brawler, beat the hell out of each other. Ultimately, Ali simply survived better than Frazier, winning the “Thrilla in Manila” by a technical knockout.
If you’ve watched Ken Burns’s documentary Baseball—but not very closely—you can be forgiven for thinking that the national pastime was never played west of the Poconos. (Come on, Ken, where were the ’48 Indians? There are octogenarians in Cleveland who can still recite that batting order.) Nevertheless, when it comes to Major League Baseball, it doesn’t get any better than the New York Yankees–Boston Red Sox rivalry, which, Hall of Famers aside, comes down to a curse and redemption. In 1920 the Red Sox sold Babe Ruth, then best known as an overpowering pitcher, to the Yankees. Ruth went on to become the Bambino (hitting a bazillion bandy-legged home runs and building Yankee Stadium). Meanwhile, the Red Sox, bearing the burden of that ill-fated transaction (the “Curse of the Bambino”), didn’t win a World Series forever, rivaling the Chicago Cubs as baseball’s most-lovable long-term losers (cue clip of ball going through Bill Buckner’s legs in 1986). That is, until 2004, when, having overcome a seemingly insurmountable three games-to-none lead by the Yankees in the American League championship series, the Sox went on to beat the St. Louis Cardinals in the World Series.
College gridiron football is all about rivalries, often colorfully nicknamed or contested for trophies. To wit the Old Oaken Bucket (Purdue versus Indiana), Paul Bunyan’s Axe (Wisconsin versus Minnesota), Bedlam (Oklahoma versus Oklahoma State), the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party (Florida versus Georgia), and the Iron Bowl (Auburn versus Alabama). But they all pale next to the annual Michigan–Ohio State game. For starters, in 1835–36, troops from Ohio and Michigan actually skirmished in a border dispute that became known as the Toledo War. Beginning in 1897, the Michigan Wolverines and the Ohio State Buckeyes renewed this border battle (annually since 1918), more often than not fought with the Big Ten title at stake (prompting the old characterization of the conference as the “Big Two and Little Eight”). The 1960s and ’70s were the rivalry’s classic era—when coaching legends Bo Schembechler and Woody Hayes guided Michigan and Ohio State, respectively—but for many football fans this remains The Game. Listen to the sarcastic vitriol in Michigan fans’ voices when they reference “The” Ohio State University. Then try to get a Buckeye to even mention the name of “That School up North.”
Kentucky, Kansas, UCLA, Michigan State: college basketball royalty all, but none of these storied programs has a rivalry to match the super-scintillating “diaper-dandy” drama of Duke Blue Devils versus North Carolina Tar Heels, baby! It’s impossible to even say their names without hearing the overexuberant voice of announcer Dick Vitale, who chalks up the magic of the rivalry to three Ps. Proximity: their two famous home courts (Cameron Indoor Stadium and the Dean Smith Center) are but a short drive from each other down Tobacco Road (Google Map it) in North Carolina. Power: this neighborhood tug-of-war became a national obsession because both teams are always so ridiculously good. Every Final Four from 1988 to 2001, except one, included Duke or UNC; in every NCAA tournament since 2004, except one, either the Blue Devils or the Tar Heels has been a number one or number two seed. Obscene, if you are not a Duke or UNC fan. The natural order of things, if you are. And it must be said, fans of these two teams and the Atlantic Coast Conference are basketball crazy, hence Passion.
Six entries deep and no women. Shameful. Here’s my sad attempt at making amends, the greatest tennis rivalry and no guys in sight. No Borg-McEnroe or Federer-Nadal, just the sublime poetry in motion of Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova facing each other again and again across nets at Wimbledon, Paris, and Forest Hills. From 1973 to 1988 they played each other 80 times (advantage Navratilova, 43–37) as they lifted the women’s game to prominence on their skillful shoulders. Early on, Evert had Navratilova’s number, but with time the balance shifted. By the end, they had met in 14 Grand Slam finals, with Navratilova winning 10. Navratilova had a temper. Evert (”the Ice Princess”) was imperturbable. Evert thrived on clay. Navratilova flourished on grass. Navratilova was the master of serve and volley. Evert ruled the baseline. They were the perfect pairing of opposites.
