I just finished “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’Engle. Somehow, I missed the bandwagon for reading it in grade school.

Aside from the desire to name a potential future daughter “Meg” simply so that I may call her “Megatron” and “Megaparsec,” I came away with a new definition for “sport.”

Webster defines it as “an individual exhibiting a sudden deviation from type beyond the normal limits of individual variation usually as a result of mutation especially of somatic tissue.”

Do YOU know a sport?

I am also under the impression that being such a sport is a good thing, therefore, I desire to be a sport. But I suppose I would have figured that out by now if I was such.

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