He Might Be a Jets Fan
We just got off a very pleasant Google Plus video call with Belly Bone and her brother Des Bone, plus The Great 5Head, who looked great because the baby actually slept some last night, and The Great PD, who went ice skating yesterday with Isabella.
We miss them all but will see them in February. Meanwhile, it's "cold" here, ah ha ha ha, sorry all you Easterners, but we soft Shmalifornians chill easily.
The Great Plotnik now has two Bay Area teams he loves rooting for, The Santa Clara Carpetbag 49ers and the soon-to-be-Saint Plotniko Warriors. The Niners are really fun to watch. They're one game away from the Superbowl now.
But you know. If it were the Plotzers, Plot would be packing his bags to head East. But he doesn't have that much invested in the Niners. He just doesn't like football as much as basketball or baseball, plus he didn't spend all (count 'em) all his previous years rooting for them.
How many years? Yesterday one of the guys in the Treasure Island basketball game asked Plottie how old he was. "How old do you think?" was Plot's answer. The guy thought about it and said "...52?"
"Heh heh heh, nice guess," said Plotnik, wishing he didn't remember how much better a basketball player he was at 52.
Yeah, of course, it's terrific to still be playing full court basketball with 20 year olds. But it'd be wonderful not to be the worst player on the court all the time now. But guess what? It's better to be the worst of the best than the best of the worst.