The other night I was watching ESPN with my husband and a clip of Rachel Nichols came on. Don’t know who Rachel Nichols is? Here’s her ESPN Bio. Anyway, she’s one of those reporters who is out in the field – reporting from where the action is really happening. This particular day she was reporting from Vikings Training Camp.
So my conversation with Greg went something like this.
Me: I want her job. She has my dream job.
Greg: Working for ESPN?
Me: No, being everywhere Brett Favre is. She was always reporting from Mississippi during the summer. Now, she’s up in Minnesota at training camp. I could do that. I could follow him around. (staring off into dream job fantasy land)
Greg: That’ll be stalking.
Me: Unh-unh. She’s doing it for her job. I can do it for my job, too. I can sit and watch him ride his tractor. I can stand outside his house or training camp or just wait to get a video of him walking.
Greg: Well, you’d be stalking.
Me: No way. I’ll tell him I’m from the press. (Rather annoyed that hubby can’t tell the difference between a JOB and a STALKER)
Greg: Gives me a kind of sideways look of disbelief.
Me: Seriously. I’ll be from Colorado Blogging Association. It’ll work. (I completely made up that CBA thing but it could exist…maybe.)
Greg: That’s still called stalking.
Me: I won’t be a stalker. I’ll be a journalist. I’ll…forget it. It’s not stalking. Really, it’s not.
I then continue to sit and pout and just think of my dream job that apparently is really stalking.
I wonder what kind of tax deductions I could get for that?
Whatever!
Okay, so this might not be exactly word-for-word how the conversation went. But you get the idea. And I’m not a stalker…I’m just a fan. Seriously.
