This afternoon I was at an alumni event with Brown's Dean of Admissions, which was awesome and I will write about it later, but that's not the point of this post.
At the end, I was closing shop with the dean and another alumn whose last name sounded very familiar.
Me: So do I know your name because you're one of my interviewers or because you're the famous tv producer?
Him: Oh, that's my brother. I own the Milwakee Brewers.
Me: What sport is that?
Him: Baseball.
Me: I'm a fan of baseball. [Then, realizing how stupid that sounded, a baseball fan that doesn't know a Major League baseball team]. Well, I mean, I LIKE baseball, and have gone to some games even. I know some of the rules, sort of, I mean, I kinda get it you know. What I mean to say is that in the hierarchy of sports I watch baseball more than, say, basketball. I watch the Super Bowl, but really for the commercials. So in the hierarchy of professional sports, I like baseball the best. But obviously I'm not a brilliant fan because I didn't even know your team. I've been to a baseball game before, in fact, I try to go a few times during the season, I've even gone to minor league games.
No doubt he was impressed with my wit and sophistication. Thankfully I didn't ruin it by babbling inanities.
