I think my wife is in love with a fictional gentleman who wears a top hat.
But it’s OK.
He’s a genius! And he would never do anything inappropriate with a married lady!
Luke, on the other hand…
Author: Scott (Page 64 of 104)
There are days and moments when I feel so incredibly young around some of my co-workers. It’s not because they have years and years of experience that I don’t (which they do), and not because they mention their kids and compare minivan models (which some do), but because of cultural references that are simply beyond the scope of my generation.
A line from a TV show, the name of a Saturday morning cartoon that aired only on Saturdays before I was old enough to watch TV, a popular but short-lived song they played at high school dances in the late 70s.
I don’t regret being born when I was, and I would have this same child-like feeling no matter when I was born in a workplace with people from previous generations. But it still feels a bit odd, mainly because I’ve never really encountered this before.
Throughout school, the age difference rarely goes above 4 years, and – in most situations – the cultural references that you and your friends adhere to are all from the same several years of childhood or adolescence.
In the real world, there are people of all ages, and it takes a short amount of time to adjust to that fact. Not only are there people double my age but also college interns that are a bit younger. The people you interact with on a daily basis becomes instantly less homogeneous once you hit the “real world” and it’s a fact that no one ever informs you of.
What’s even crazier is that one day, I will be one of the oldest people working on my team or division or scrum. What’s it like working with only people younger than you? I can only imagine.
This morning, while still in bed, I turned on the TV to find the end of the men’s Wimbledon final playing. Federer and Roddick were in their final set and I squinted for a second. Were they in a tiebreaker? What was going on?
No, the two men had been engaged in an epic struggle that had taken the set to double digits.
Of course, in the end, Federer managed to play a little better a little longer, and broke Roddick’s serve to win the final set 16 games to 14 games. The match had lasted over 4 hours.
I don’t watch tennis. I used to play a bit of tennis back in high school, but I don’t think I’ve picked a racket 5 times since then. It was hard, however, despite my time away from the sport, to not feel like I had watched something important.
And to not sink into the eyes of Andy Roddick, after hitting his final shot out of bounds, and feel his pain. Apparently, Federer has won more important tennis tournaments than anyone else ever. And he’s ranked higher. And he’s considered by most to be the best in the world.
But a 30-game final set? To hold serve and go toe-to-toe for over 90 minutes and then, in a matter of minutes, have it all end in a second-place finish, to get a big plate instead of a big trophy. It has to suck.
To you, Andy Roddick. I’m sorry that today ended up being one of the most painful matches of your career. You went the distance.
We have company over and have been eating, playing board games, and rocking out as Raspberry Diet all night.
I wish the best 4th of July that you can imagine, and I hope this day is one you remember for years!
Or at least, a few weeks.
Happy Birthday, America, and keep being awesome.