|The accountant in question was decidedly unlike his logo manifestation.|
My son joined a fantasy baseball league for the upcoming season. All I have to say is "Oy!" Or, "My condolences." As a fantasy baseball owner once, I realized to my dismay that I would then have to follow players I didn't care about.
|Hypehenating? Is this even allowed in logos under the Geneva Conventions?|
Worse was when I drafted players for a co-worker's fantasy football team in his absence. It was hour upon hour of numbness, as I proposed players about which I had no context (except that they were on the absent owner's list; woe would be unto me for picking players if his first choices were already nabbed …) and then looked at the other owners' faces for signs of whether it was a good pick.
|From some long-forgotten inside joke.|
Later I designed the logo for an adult co-ed softball team I belonged to. We lived in a neighborhood known as Arden Manor.
|The type reminds me of Spy vs. Spy, somehow. Though not rowdy, some among us would argue meaningless calls |
in friendly games in an embarrassingly childish manner.
|The base eater …|
|The somewhat kindlier base stealer …|
|The gender-neutral tornado. It was slow-pitch softball; the shape behind home plate|
enlarged the pitcher's target.