Lately, I’ve been reexamining this how this unnatural obsession relates to my Peter Pan complex.
Posh regularly reminds me that sometimes the only thing that gets through my Angry Young Man veneer is a mention of the Brewers. As Paulie points out here, I can be a little too obsessive, à la Jimmy Fallon’s character in “Fever Pitch.” Hey, I’m not proud of it.
I’ve been doing better. But I did relapse a little yesterday, when I brought a Brewers mini-cake to my office’s food day. Seriously.