A 350 pound fat man wrestling with another 350 pound fat man so that the latter can manhandle a 215 pound quarterback standing still, or a sleek 200 pound man on the edge of life trying to hit a 95 mph fastball into the creases of a green velvet outfield and, when he does succeed, watching that ball slip into the corners of a ball park while time stands still and 40,000 fans go silent in anticipation of just how far the runner will get?
Is it worth answering? Priceless.