Where Dustbunnies Go To Die

On my way home from work this evening, I got accosted on the street as soon as I crossed after getting out of the subway. However, this time it wasn't by someone mistaking me for John Hodgman; this time, it was "Hey, man, don't you play for Toronto FC?" (That's our Major League Soccer team.)

Apparently I look like everyone except myself... I can't quite figure out who he was mistaking me for, though. Jim Brennan, maybe? I don't see it myself, but I was wearing my sunglasses, and I'm about the same height, and maybe just a tiny bit lighter than he is.

I guess I'm doomed to be mistaken for other people for the rest of my life...