Letter to Erin 20150805

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi Erin, it's me again, your dog.  Yeah, I'm your black dog.  I have to warn you though, people don't like Zam the puppy dog.  Most people prefer Zam the unpredictable and dangerous.  They don't like me when I'm nice.  Which is a shame, because I hate being a hard ass.  Thus I isolate myself.

I'll have to admit that I get a kick from seeing your being a serious business woman.  I take it that video is from the last Super Bowl?  You were probably just weary from having to work all day.  You know, I remember the 1985 Super Bowl.  Isn't that the one where Walter Payton was about to retire, and he just had to score one more touchdown before he called it quits?  And there was a guy nicknamed the "Refrigerator"?  And the star linebacker was Lawrence Taylor?  Why do I remember all this?  I was still in college, and those were some of the loneliest days of my life.  In high school I was loathed, but in college I was just lost.  So I thought keeping up with football would help cure that lost feeling.  I also watched basketball those days!  What a trip, huh?  Utah Jazz!  John Stockton and the Mailman!  Oh dear, I'm beginning to feel embarrassed.  You go ahead and be the sports pro of the family, and I'll be your biggest fan.  Your dog, rather.  Because I love you, and I need you.

Once we are married and settled down inshaAllah, the sports feed is not going to be all that great for you.  People here like football where you use you kick the ball with your feet, not the football you carry with your hands.  Now is the time to establish the connections to get a reliable sports feed from America to Malaysia.  This could mean big bucks if it catches on, for as yet American sports don't go in Asia except perhaps baseball in Japan.  We're not going to have much privacy anyway, so you might as well get paid to endorse the sports biz.  Just don't forget, after we're married, NO MORE TRAVEL.  Make them travel.