Different hats for different roles.
Late yesterday afternoon, your Mom and I attended Grandson Dominic’s freshman football game at opponent Green Bay Preble. I wore my family hat, that of a Grandparent. The hat can be a “visor”, a wool cap or a “hoody” based on the weather. Last night it was a visor because the weather was incredibly nice. There is no better sound than the stadium loudspeakers blaring out “tackle made by Dominic A.”. Yep that was my Grandson. Unfortuantely his team was trailing at the end of 3 quarters, 42-14.
Then there is my Green Packer fedora owner’s hat. My one share of stock entitles me into feeling a deep sense of responsiblity in providing direction to management. Last night’s loss to Seattle on a “hail Mary pass” at the end of the game was clearly an injustice of the rules of the game. The Packers won but the “temporary” officials ruled otherwise. I should encourage the Packers to protest but it might jeopardize Team profits. That would affect my own pocketbook. So for profit sake, I will set my classy fedora owners hat aside, keep my mouth shut and “wait till next week”.
My next hat is the outrageous triangular bright yellow “cheesehead hat”. It of course is my Green Bay Packer fan hat. It entitles me to be pi–ed off. The temporary referees are outrageously bad. The NFL governing body can’t allow the referee situation to taint the game. The Packers should protest. I may never watch another NFL game at least not until next Sunday. I think I’ll head down to the nearest sports bar for a few “brews” and vent my frustration to other fans (and the bartenders). Thats the answer. I’ll commiserate with misery.
My last hat is a soft brimmed sun hat. It is that of a rational human being who watched the Packers game and concluded “it is a game folks”. It is entertainment. I’ve got mortgages to meet, credit cards to pay, mouths to feed and I could care less about that football sh–. Get a grip folks.
I feel sorry for anybody running a business today because productivity will suck. All employees will be grousing about the stupid Packer loss.
I am sure the sun will come up tomorrow. Where is my “sun hat”?
Love,
Dad