Two recent examples:
Last week, one of the small couches* we use for meetings in our office broke. We moved it out of the way and took to rolling our desk chairs into its spot. It occurred to me yesterday, however, that we had a spare side chair in the fireplace,** so I dragged it over and put it in the empty spot. As I did so, I said, “Since the couch is on long term injured reserve, I thought I’d call up this chair to replace it.” My co-worker’s response? “Good idea, and wow that was a lot of sports metaphor!”
Later yesterday, I was talking to another colleague about a pitch he’d gotten to do a historic ballpark themed round-up next week. He was asking if it was something I could work on, and I said, “Sure! I know exactly how I’d write the opening. I’d say that, while it’s actually hockey season, some people start thinking about baseball once spring training begins, and these stories are for them.” He kind of gave me a look that suggested maybe that wasn’t the point, but he let it go.
And as I post this, I am heading out for my second game in three days. So, in addition to overtaking my brain, it has also run roughshod on my calendar. This, however, is not a problem. Go Caps!
* Lest you think my office is so fancy as to provide us couches, they are actually Bossman’s personal furniture, which he brought in because he thought they’d look cool in our space. And they do.
** I work in a converted Beaux-Arts luxury apartment building, so while I have a cube like your typical American office worker, it happens to be in what was once a swank ballroom, so there’s a marble fireplace, amazing cornices, and 14-foot windows. I’m not gonna lie; it’s pretty awesome.