Just Another Day...

Today was just another day in the concrete jungle...

Today started the same way that most of my days start. I had a hangover and was starving. From the experience of life I have learned that the best thing to have when in this situation is a breakfast sandwich. My usual breakfast sandwich is two eggs, turkey, and cheese on a whole wheat wrap with hot sauce (affectionately called the Zachwich). This morning wasn't a Zachwich day though, today was a Dunkin Donuts day. When I go to D&D the sandwich of choice is always is the ham, egg, and cheese on an English Muffin. But as I mentioned I was particularly hung over so I went with a double usual and two Gatorades. While in D&D someone behind me said, "how do you get away with wearing your gear?". This has always been a puzzling question to me for as long as I have lived in New York. I turned around to find a nondescript guy looking at my Kevin Youkilis t-shirt. I then noticed that he isn't just looking at my shirt, but he is also looking at my Red Sox hat. To his initial comment I told him that its not my gear, these are just my clothes.

I have lived in New York full time since 2004, and I have never stopped wearing my team colors. I have a jersey for all of our respected teams, and also have t-shirts and hats for those teams as well. So when I get dressed in the morning and head out there is a fifty percent chance that I will be wearing a t-shirt with one of the Boston teams on it. When someone says to me "wearing gear" I get confused because when I think of gear I think of a solider heading out for battle. Last time I checked there isn't a war going on in downtown Manhattan.

These types of interactions happen to me more than you would think. After I left Mr. Nondescript, who happened to grow up in Framingham Massachusetts I was walking home and anther guy said, "You must be from the Bean with all that gear!". This second gentleman was clearly from New York, and had no idea what he was talking about so to him I just said "Yup". If these guys only knew that my "gear" never comes off. With Pat the Patriot tattooed on your back you really can't escape it.