Youngest Master Weisman: “What time does the game start?”

Me: “One o’clock.”

Youngest Master Weisman: “Oh, so it’ll be over by the time I’m out of school.”

Me: “Well, no, it will probably just be the sixth or seventh inning.”

And then Youngest Master Weisman, because he has been raised in a different era than I was, did not immediately plot to bring a transistor radio to school to sneak a listen.

Or did he …