How to Use Your Own Ignorance as a Source of Entertainment (Patreon)

I remember the first sporting event I ever attended. I was young enough that I don’t remember how young I was, just that I wasn’t in kindergarten yet.

My older brother was in the very earliest pee-wee baseball team at school. We went to watch one of his games. At some point, I went to an Igloo cooler bigger than me (at the time) to get a drink. As I fiddled with the little plastic spigot, a line drive nailed me in the back of the neck.

I’m sure that a lot of concerned and sympathetic things were said, but the one thing that stuck with me was both of my parents agreeing that “You have to look out when you’re at things like this.”

They spent the rest of my childhood wondering why I didn’t want anything to do with sports.