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The Coffee Game! (because I'm a loser)
This is the extent of the excitement I manage to bring to my own life, but it amuses me.
Here is how The Coffee Game is played: Most mornings I make a pot of coffee; enough for two full mugs of coffee, which is what I want each morning. I'm the only one in the house who drinks coffee, so whatever I make is mine by default. The Game consists of seeing how well I've managed to calibrate the water and how close I come to exactly two full mugs of coffee. If there's a little coffee left in the carafe, FAIL. If the mug is only 2/3 full, FAIL. I get this idiotic sense of satisfaction whenever I pour my second cup and it fills the mug perfectly. My wife, the dear indulgent soul that she is, plays along with me, and this morning she actually held a "microphone" (actually a weekly pill container) up so I could do a post-game interview. We've discussed making it an Olympic event, but thus far, the IOCC hasn't returned my e-mails. My fifteen-year-old son is amused by the game, too, but only because it shows just how big a loser his old man is. But really, I'm good at this, and with the right training and maybe a corporate sponsorship (are you reading this, Juan Valdez? Mrs. Olson?) I could be bigger than Michael Phelps.
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