THEY'RE RUINING YOUR DINNER TODAY.

Naturally the senile Republicans in the backroom stayed to watch the ball game. Equally naturally, I left my coworker, a sportsfan, to deal with that. I cleared out when my shift ended, and was glad to get on the bus back to civilization. My workweek is short, but bitter. I am far less of a people person than I was years ago. Not a psychopath, but not exactly warm, cuddly, outgoing, or neurotypically standard.

My apartment mate ditto. A conversation which she was party to: "How dare you fail my precious! He's a genius!" Her interjection: "I see. Gets that from his parents, does he?"
That goes into the 'screw you Jennifer' file.

So basically, we get along fine.

The gentlemen in the backroom cannot understand why I am not into sports on teevee, and have made clear that they consider that un-American and snooty of me.
These are the same fellows who will watch golf on the telly.
Can't get more un-American and snooty than golf.
It's the paradigm of dickhead pastimes.

Saruman, Sauron, and the Nazgûl play golf.
That tells you everything, doesn't it?

Anyhow, the Forty Niners are playing this evening, football I believe. Thousands of people are eating hotdogs and creaming in their panties because of this. The Forty Niners, I have been told, are America's team. It is unpatriotic to not adulate!

The game started at five thirty, lasts about two hours, and features screaming from fans. So dinner table conversation is out of the question for many people, unless they have mastered the phrases "yay team", "how about those niners, hey", or "beer".

There is silence in my neighborhood at present. Yay!
I appreciate such neighbor silence greatly.
Perhaps the team has already lost.


Yay!



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