The most recent signal to me that I am a middle-aged dork: On the way to my hotel in Atlanta, tonight, I passed by an “adult novelty” store called Inserection. The thought came to my mind, “That’s a misspelling. Don’t they realize that’s a turn
Do kids really need specialized infield dirt and big scoreboards to play a game of baseball? Of course not. Give them a 3-acre field, a baseball bat, a ball, and a big cardboard box to cut into four bases, and the game will be every bit as good.