"We are all a little weird, and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness." -- Dr. Seuss
My first college roommate was from Alaska. Sitka, Alaska to be exact. His name was also Chris, and he was a great dude.
He didn't know one thing about sports, which I thought was weird. He didn't know Barry Bonds or Michael Jordan. He didn't know the names of any teams, or really how to play any sports. I was incredulous!
He introduced me to South Park though. He taught me how every Alaskan received a stipend because of the oil spill. And he taught me how much time and effort goes into being a musician, as he was at Arizona State on a music scholarship.
As I got older, I began to realize that other people thought I was weird for how much I knew about sports. I knew the scores to every 49ers game from 1981 forward. I knew the most random baseball stats from the most random baseball game. I knew the middle names of every Bay Area sports player. I knew a weird amount of sports information.
I just thought that everyone knew a lot about sports because all of my friends were totally into sports. Looking back, we were a bunch of weirdos! But we were weirdos together.
Not everyone is going to understand why we love the things we love. And that's okay. Some people do understand. And we gravitate toward those people. We become friends for life with those people. We share our mutual weirdness with those people.
Make it a great day!
Coach Chris