I expected that the orange stickers were like those
name tags handed out at business meetings.
I should have known better.
They were being worn, sometimes two or three of them
at once, by spectators on the Turn Two mounds.
I laughed outright at some I saw, giggled at others,
and only found one really offensive.
I saw women wearing them, too, but couldn't get
to any of the women to take their pictures.
Men ... gotta love 'em.