Priorities

Judging by the noise level outside, which for a time included quite a lot of firecrackers that surely freaked out every pet in the neighborhood, the hometown Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl a little bit ago. Good for them. Whatever.

I did not watch the game, I ran some errands and did some work instead, because I care not for football. But while I was out, wearing, as I tend to do, my Seattle Mariners baseball cap, a number of people at the grocery store wanted to know my opinion of the Super Bowl, whether I planned on watching the remainder of the game when I got home, that kind of thing. That's cool, striking up conversation and all, but my replies of "no opinion," "no," "I don't care," etc. were a letdown.

But there was one guy. He was stocking bananas in the Fred Meyer produce department. As I picked out a small bunch from his supply, he too struck up a conversation.

"You know what tomorrow is?" he asked.

"Tomorrow?" I said.

"Pitchers and catchers report," he declared, nodding slightly with a small smile.

Oh yeah.

We reach, Mr. banana-stocking dude. We reach.