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We were both looking at the day’s market from two incongruent perspectives much like Newton and Einstein viewed the universe with different yet seemingly irrefutable theories. Hubris? Lack of concern? Well, maybe, but the stranger’s comment reflected a world of absolute, while mine was grounded in a world of relative, returns. “Yeah, but I lost less than the market,” I countered with more than a touch of pride.

“You’re acting pretty chipper for a guy that probably just lost a billion dollars for his clients,” someone called out in passing. Just the other day after a disastrous market for bond prices, I was walking rather jauntily towards the sandwich shop at the corner of our PIMCO office building. This theme of two different sexes, two different perspectives, and two different worlds has its counterpart in the bond market believe it or not. We don’t have to worry about bad hair days and besides – that Carla Mathews wasn’t worth 23 rehearsals. Come to think of it, I think I’ll stick to being a guy. We should get a life as they say and get in touch with our feminine side – talk more on the phone, do more shopping, try and decide which shampoo will make our coif seem more full-bodied and lustrous. I am not the San Francisco 49ers, even though every year – no matter who the players – my ego ascends and plunges with their Sunday afternoon performance. Still it’s sort of pathetic, guys, is it not? Other than Iraq, Afghanistan, and future countries unknown, there are no more dragons to slay and it seems like we should just sort of get over it and move on.

Understandable if you’re a guy I suppose, but the women fail to get the connection. We still have those physical urges but no socially acceptable way to release them except vicariously on the playing field. The psychological explanation for this of course germinates in the bowels of caveman history when it was our job to slay the dragon and protect the campfire. Aside from the helmet and pads, the player and crowd are indistinguishable – they have melded into one.

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Doubt me? Check out a TV game at Lambeau Field and watch a Packer leap into a crowd of frenzied males after scoring a TD. A guy, you see, just doesn’t root for his team – he is his team. Most women fail to understand this, because on Sundays, at least, we live in two different worlds. Not going to church? Yeah, maybe, but I’m talking about what happens after morning services – I’m talkin’ about NFL Football! My gripe with the sport has little to do with the game itself, but more to do with the hold it has on most of us. But these foibles aside, and not being personally guilty of any of them, most critically the third, I’m finding it increasingly hard to defend my sex when it comes to our behavior on Sundays. Of course, there’s the obvious: we behave badly by starting most of the wars, committing most of the crimes, and not taking our wives out to dinner enough. Recently I’ve come to understand that some of the things men do don’t make too much sense. Being a guy was for the birds, I thought. It should have been – I’d rehearsed it 23 times and was drenched in sweat. After hanging up the phone, my eavesdropping older brother gave me the extreme compliment, “Well done,” he said. About the only time I wished the tables were reversed was when I had to call Carla Mathews to ask her to the Junior Prom in 1961. Hether it’s still a man’s world (or ever was) is debatable, but I must admit I’ve been more than glad to be one no matter what the conclusion.