Don’t let the shirt fool you

I was walking into the gym one day last year when a big guy on his way out started yelling at me. Or so I thought. I soon realized he was yelling with me. Or so he thought. We didn’t do this, he barked. We need to do that. We? I thought. What’s the matter with the defense. What’s the matter with Ben? Ben? I thought. Oh. Ben. Yeah. I finally got it. It was my sweatshirt. I was wearing my black Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt. He sensed simpatico even though there was none. But I let him go. No point… Continue Reading