A Disappointing American

My Chiang Mai taxi driver was excited to learn that I recently lived in San Fransisco (Oakland, actually, but SF has better name recognition) and told me he was a huge 49ers fan, even though they apparently aren’t very good anymore. He started naming quarterbacks and such until it became clear that he knows at least 1,000 times more about American football than I do.

Sometimes, I’m a disappointing American.