The giant UFC arena towering over the White House makes it look a bit as if the president’s house has been placed in the dome of a snow globe. Or perhaps an alien predator with a maw of steel has descended on the center of Washington to beam up the executive branch. Everything about “the Claw” feels tawdry, especially when they turn on the lights, which send bolts of blue and white illumination down the 154-foot interlocking steel arches, like the LED icicles people hang on trees at Christmas.
