This struck a very familiar note with me:
I worked hard so I wouldn’t have to. I bought a big house so I could throw a football and play whiffleball in it, rather than show it off. I don’t play golf, I work out. I don’t have an entourage, I have friends.
I wouldn't mind being able to throw a ball around in the house. Although maybe that's not the best environment to raise kids in, 'cause when they go to their friends' house, they won't know it's not okay.
These days, I'm pretty comfortable, financially. If I become even more fortunate that way, I would hope my friends would knock some sense into me if that ever led me to treat them like an entourage.
Mark's weblog is interesting reading for reasons I didn't expect. From another entry:
Just a quick officiating stat. I know its only 2 days of games, but Defensive 3 secs calls are down 81 pct from the regular season.
That's the kind of statistic I know I could track once I take my operation digital. But I wouldn't track it, for being too anal-retentive. Of course, I work high school ball. The stakes are far, far lower than the multibillion-dollar NBA.