Hello, My Name Is ...

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.