That's a basketball team streaming by the Starbucks where I'm Slogging. (Sorry about the picture quality, particularly because some of those boys are hot.) Those granola bars aren't weighing so heavily on my mind now. I'm sitting here praying that the team, as hot as some of members of it are, aren't headed to the gate that my flight departs from. (N-2, if the information screens can be trusted—WHICH THEY CAN'T. Hey, if you're reading this near N-2, drop by and say hello.) I think it's risky to fly with sports teams—high school, college, professional. It's tragedy bait. The plane goes down, a whole team perishes, a school mourns, a town rallies, a new live team goes out and wins the championship in memory of the old dead team. Book deals are made, film rights are purchased, movies are released. And the Tragedy of Alaska Flight 326—feels kinda jinxy to type that—is forever reduced to the 20 or so athletes who died in the disaster, never mind the 150 or so other people on board. They don't even get walk-ons in the movies about the airline crash that took their lives.

If my plane crashes I want my death mentioned in the first or second paragraph, not relegated to a list in the sidebar ("Other Passengers On Alaska 326"). Is that selfish of me?