Those of you who don't me may not believe this, but my wife will back me up - I can whine with the best of complainers.
Today for instance, I arose at 3:45 a.m. to catch a US Air fligaht that bounced in Phoenix, then on to Dallas and got me here in time to drive directly to the ballpark. My luggage? It was smart enough to stay in Phoenix, apparently.
I was attacked by a towel dispenser that drew first blood before I slew it with one mighty blow. My hotel room may be ready for me, but I didn't have time to check. Oh, and it's 100-bleeping-degrees in Arlington and I smell like a goat. The Mariners will love having me in their clubhouse.
So, those are simple facts. Not a day goes by that someone traveling doesn't have the same things happen. It's my job, and I can't complain but still manage to do so.
For all the irritations of the day, a very good friend has put it in perspective. He was on the road and got a telephone call from his wife at home. Their 23-year-old daughter was found, during a routine exam, to have cancer.
Last week, conservatives were angry with President Obama for his leftist, socialist agenda. Progressives were angry with him for not being liberal enough - and strong-willed enough - to hold his ground. The stock market has once again begun devouring 401-Ks.
The Mariners held the Angels to four runs in three games and lost twice, 1-0 and 2-1.
And none of that compares to a telephone call telling you the girl you raised is now at serious risk. If you have a moment today, just keep a good thought for a man and his family. And when you get the chance, tell someone you love something sweet.
No, I don't appreciate life enough at times. Yes, I can complain over finding a kitty hairball on the kitchen floor, the polka or the fact that there's never anything interesting on television at 3 a.m.
But not today. Today, I will call my wife, and my daughter, and be grateful they are both healthy and happy. And I will spend a lot of time thinking about a good man and his family who are enduring a real crisis.