It is indeed a happy New Year

Published: Wednesday, January 2, 2013 at 05:59 PM.

Happy New Year everybody! Another tax season is around the corner and this one’s sure to be a humdinger.

I’m a bit of a weird duck because I so enjoy what I do for a living. That in and of itself isn’t a rarity. The world is surely full of folks who like their professions. But I tend to carry it to the extreme.

Working doubles as my hobby. I have no interest in watching courts and fields of overpaid egos running back and forth. I couldn’t care less about who plays who for what trophy.

I’ve written before that in four years at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill I didn’t see a single, solitary basketball game. It isn’t that I lacked school "spirit" but our team played in Woollen Gymnasium which was nicknamed the "Tin Can" for good reason. Holy echo, it was like sitting in a culvert.

And let’s be clear. Even way back then sports was a money thing. Players were recruited coast to coast. It isn’t as if I’d see a bunch of local boys shoot baskets or catch footballs.

Anyway, I just never developed an active voyeur gene. I loved to play ball but got little vicarious pleasures from watching others do it. So this weird duck has no problem spending a World Series or Super Bowl game working at my desk.

I’ll see bar patrons screaming at televisions and high-fiving but don’t get it. No amount of posturing and yelling will change one iota of final scores that find their way onto newspaper headlines. So the weird duck ingredient in me typically chooses work over what "normal" folks prefer.

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