Obviously, I am a dork.
But how about for wearing a hat that bears the name of the place I write for? Is it the equivalent of Austin Jackson walking around town in a Tigers jersey? Of Jessica Simpson wearing her own concert T-shirt?
To be honest, I don’t wear the hat for any ego reasons. Hell, look at the thing. It’s old, it’s ugly and I think I got it either from a pile of office crap or, long ago, along with my paid subscription.
My wife says, “Yes, you are a dork. That hat is ridiculous.”