Last week, many of us gathered with our families to eat unhealthy amounts of food and discuss the most important political, social, and sports-related issues of the day. These gatherings tend to be sufficiently large to necessitate the introduction of a second table where it is traditional to stash the second-class citizens of our families, i.e. children, who are incapable of participating in such heady, reasoned discussion as that which engulfs the premier, adult table.
As adults, we often yearn for times when life was simpler. As children, we didn't care about what affect refugees might have on the moral fabric of our nation, how Sam Hinkie is undermining the very testosterone-driven competitive nature sport is founded up on, or the relative merits of each guest's side-dish contribution to the table.