Not that anyone cares, but the Evans family picked up a 50-inch Panasonic television the other day.

Honest to conspicuous consumption, we have something that size in a living room that is hardly bigger than the box the set came in.

So there we are; everybody bug eyed watching a plasma television that is probably six or seven inches away from our corneas.

Why did you get that large a television, you ask?

Let me try to explain it. I guess it’s for the same reason I went into the gas station after church Sunday fully intending to get a 16-ounce coffee and instead came out with a  44-ounce Styrofoam cup of Mountain Dew.

“Why’d you get that?” my wife, Kim, asked incredulously.

“Because this was 79 cents for any size, and the coffee was 99 cents for 16 ounces. It just made fiscal sense.”

Kim snorted, and rightfully so. Fiscal sense, but probably not common sense.

I am not sure the 50-inch plasma makes much sense in a 55-inch room, but the price was right.

The next time we bump into one another at a game, we’ll probably literally be bumping into one another at a game. I’ll be the guy with the Leader Dog, the red cane and the 50-inch plasma television at home.

Kim, where is the remote?