What it is like to wear a suit around the city

For the second straight day I was wearing some of my finest garments in order to look sharp for filming. On a break from the shoot, Dan and I were strolling through Banana Republic when I did a double take with a man in similar suit and yellow tie. He broke the ice and said, "Hello!" Notice the fact that he left out my name. Luckily he followed this up by asking if I was still at MLB.com. By this point I realized who he was and of course that he was an ex-colleague of mine. I did not remember his name however. He was one of those people with whom I always shared a passing greeting, but not too many long conversations, so it was not surprising that neither of us addressed the other by name. Luckily I had Dan on my side and introduced him as my brother and "remembered" my former co-worker's name (hint: he shares a name with one of the most famous kickers in Super Bowl history).

The real point of interest to me in this story, however, was the fact that he was initially afraid to approach me because he was taking a personal day from work and he didn't want it to get around the office (this is why I am not saying his name outright). Being that I was dressed in a suit, I looked like someone who might be gainfully employed, so he mistakenly assumed that I was still at MLB also. How wrong he was. But we had a pleasant conversation anyway and wished each other good day. Don't worry, Super Bowl kicker, your secret is safe with me...and this blog's few loyal readers.