Well, I recently did something that convinced me of the facts: Yep, I’m one of those awkward people you’ve bumped into at races. I’m one of those weird folks who leave you wondering, "What the heck?" at the end of the conversation. I’m … eccentric.
How do I know? Just a week ago, my wife and I decided to do some goofing off in Utah. We called her brother and we went … to play lazer tag. Yep, you read that correctly: lazer tag. But in the end, I didn’t just play lazer tag; I won the round. In fact, I kicked everyone’s butt by quite a large margin.
I was feeling pretty good about being the lazer tag champ until I remembered my competition: a bunch of 15-year-old nerds. Then it started sinking in: winning lazer tag means I’m the KING … of the nerds.
If they ever invent the sport lazer-mountain-bike-tag, I’m going pro. But imagine who I’ll be racing.
P.S. Yes, my nickname was Creepy Old Guy. But if you look at the way it was abbreviated, it sorta looks like Crappy Old Guy, doesn’t it?