The New Gene?

I have no idea how this will look on the big screen. No matter, it's appropriate.

Years ago when I coached, there was a coach in our league (we'll call him Gene) who reportedly lived in a tiny, one bedroom apartment, and did nothing but watch game film and prepare practice plans and scouting reports. In the legendary status of this story, Gene's living quarters stood piled with pizza boxes, Taco Bell bags, and other fallout of an obsessed coach. I told someone of this earlier, and my concern: Have I become another Gene? This picture is from the inside of Wilson, my home during the week. I do a fair amount of preparation from this setting, but I do not want to become another Gene. Look closely: no pizza boxes.