Hats

On a lighter note, I discovered yesterday that Allyson had hidden all of my sports related hats.  I love my hats.  They cover my bald spot.  They show my pride, they are my indelible marks of my allegiance.  I collect them from minor league teams I've visited and from championships won.  I had like 20 of these things.  Yesterday, I had a choice of two hats.  TWO!  A "Longs Peak" hat I bought one day when I had forgotten a hat before a trip to the mountains and a Saving Earth hat I bought at the Cal Academy of Sciences. 

You have no idea the despair I felt.  For the first time, I felt like something had been ripped out of me over this whole sports-celibacy fiasco.  I miss my hats.  My Potomac Cannons hat.  The Minnesota Wild hat I bought to piss off Avs fans when they lost to the Wild as an 8 seed a few years ago.  My Penguins hats,  GAAAAH!   Why this of all things is pushing me over the edge, I don't know.  But this one hurts the sports fan in me.

I get this sinking feeling she probably stole my Steelers tie too...