A few days later, Mr. Esoteric checks out my profile again, and sends a simple message, asking how my week is going. It’s a couple of days before the Seahawks are playing in the Superbowl, which is all anyone in Seattle can talk about, so I ask if he’s watching the game or ignoring the hoopla.
I assume he’s ignoring the hoopla, because his profile says he’s not very into sports, except baseball. He prefers indie films and non-mainstream music.
He replies: Oh I’ve been a diehard New England Patriots fan since 1974 and a diehard Seattle Seahawks fan since 1976. I’ve been waiting for this Super Bowl for 38 years.
Perhaps he’s not that into football and other sports on a relative basis – Seahawks mania is at a fever pitch just before the Superbowl, could he mean he’s not that into sports relative to people like my neighbors, who shoot off fireworks that scare my dog every time the Seahawks score?
I’m confused, I say, and point him to his profile.
He replies: I guess it’s time to add a caveat to that.
I stop replying.
When people use phrases like ” I’m a die-hard fan” I keep getting that scene from Pricness Bride stuck in my head. Maybe he just means he knows the names of a couple of players. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2y8Sx4B2Sk
I think you may be right.
I probably would have let it go if it hadn’t been for the nightshirt.