When you don’t give a damn about M’s
My rain hat is a Detroit Tigers cap.
I’ve been wearing one now and then for years. But this morning, walking over to my accountant’s office a few blocks away on Riverside, a question occurred to me for the first time.
Is someone going to see this cap and suspect that I am a frontrunner?
The Tigers are expected to do well this season. So a stranger could see my cap and conclude that I am jumping on the bandwagon. Or something.
It almost makes me want to hand out cards that say “I started wearing Tigers caps back when they had the worst record in baseball. So give me a break with the snarky looks. God Bless.”
Of course, it’s silly to worry about what anyone thinks.
A year or two ago, I saw a friend in a South Hill grocery store. He was wearing a spiffy Tigers cap. This puzzled me because I know he is a serious (though good-natured) Kansas City Royals fan.
I asked him about the cap. And he said he just liked the way the Tigers cap looks and has ever since it was a fixture on “Magnum, P.I.”
Every once in a while, we meet people who are not bound up by unnecessary neuroses. We should strive to learn from them.
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