I failed miserably in my Hometeaching duties this past month. Fortunately, I won’t receive an email soliciting my monthly stats until sometime next week, and as I see it, “early February” is the new “late January”, so all is not lost. Thus my scrambling around this morning between church meetings, cornering my hometeachees, and inquiring whether my companion and I could stop by this evening. Strangely, most of my hometeachees weren’t available. Something about already “having plans,” or “family visiting tonight” or “getting together with friends at that hour.” Granted this is short notice, but how odd that nobody was available today. Hmmmmm.
I soon realized my mistake. Today is the day that most of my fellow Americans engage in an annual ritual I don’t pretend to understand. Caring about the outcome of professional sporting events is one of the odder features of modern life, in my opinion — sort of like the popularity of cruise ship buffets or the Dave Matthews Band. I don’t pretend to get it. But such is life.
What really worries me though, is what my hometeachees must think of me after today’s invitation. I can imagine one of two thoughts running through their minds:
1) Wow. Brother Brown doesn’t watch the Superbowl. He doesn’t even know today is the Superbowl!
2) Wow. Brother Brown is one of those self-righteous Mormon Mollies who never watches TV on Sunday, who likes to advertize this fact, and who likes to lay a guilt-trip on other Mormons who do.
I now have my work cut out for me. I’d much prefer that everyone think the former of me, rather than the latter. Better a geek than a prude. So next week I’ll be making the rounds, offering self-deprecating clarifications.
Wish me luck.