The Sun

It was a good 97 degrees, in the Bay today.

I had the luxury to be outside playing football.

A tribe of homeless people served as our fans, shouting after every catch or dropped ball.

One of them squatted in the grass, watched us from afar like a lion in a field.

He then came up to me, he said his name was John.

He said "You are the Sun."

"I know, it's sunny out here," I replied.

"No, you are the Sun."

I don't know what he meant. Did he think I was the Sun God Apollo, or the Sun God Tonatiuh of the Aztecs, or maybe he mistook me for Inti the Incan Sun God? Or maybe I'm being too egotistical, maybe he meant that I was The Son, as in The Son of God.