I am now officially this man....

Those of you that don't know this man, consider yourselves lucky. He's a cranky old man. He's a sportscaster, but refuses to watch any West Coast games. East Coast bias? Probably, but that's not the real reason. West Coast games are after his bedtime of 9 P.M. He's easy to upset. The littlest thing like fruit toppings on ice cream set him off. His wardrobe is......well you can all see for yourselves.

But in a strange way, everyone who reads this probably does know him already, albeit through proxy.

Me.

I woke up at 6:15 in the morning on Saturday, and started examining my life while lying in bed. How did I wake up that early on a Saturday? I went to bed at 9:15 on a Friday night. Sad. I haven't watched any of the Western Conference Finals, I missed most of the Western Conference Semifinals, which were all great series, because i was in bed. Pathetic.

During the school year, nothing could get me bent out of shape. Tons of assignments, quick, rapid-fire deadlines were things I was usually just able to shrug off. I told people getting frantic and upset about finals to "calm down. we've all got them." But that was the old me.

The new me gets upset over a TV dinner.

I bought three delicious Banquet frozen dinners at a dollars a piece. They were all of the chicken fingers variety that you see pictured to the right. I love them. Crispy chicken, crinkle fries, and a brownie that gets thrown away. These meals are the real dollar menu. Well, someone at Banquet decided it would be brilliant to take the crinkle fries out and include macaroni and cheese, which I've never really liked that much (except Kevin's. That stuff's pretty good).

When I pulled the dinner out of the oven and realized that my fries had been replaced, I went ballistic. It almost ruined my delayed viewing of the Champions League final.

This is what a real job does to you kiddies. You become an insufferable bore and get upset when someone takes away something as small as potatos you like. Never get old......