I have a coworker who really likes her bamboo pillow. I have not tried one, yet, because the mental picture I have of one does not seem comfortable. I am, therefore, the definition of ignorance on the matter, except in that pandas really do eat bamboo.
I am impressed by all the stats that sports mark these days, but kind of feel sorry for the guys who have to notice them. “Another slider. And another slider.” “No, that was a curve!” “Wait, what did he throw while we were arguing about the slider?” “Maybe a fastball?”
In the majors, they often put their best outfielder in right field, but in adult softball, it’s still where you stick the guy who’s more liability than asset. I know, because I have played a LOT of right field.
We’re getting a new minor league team and there was supposedly a public vote for the name but I have a sneaking suspicion the owners had already picked the name they wanted and just pretended to give us a choice.
