When I was a kid I played with baseball cards. While other kids collected ’em, traded ’em, and saved ’em – I made stupid poop jokes with them.

I had a baseball card of a player named John Urrea. So with some ingenuity, scissors and another baseball player’s card by the name of Dyar Miller- I made a new and improved card. By carefully cutting out Mr. Miller’s name and gluing it onto Mr. Urrea’s, I had given birth to the Major League’s newest loose-boweled superstar- “Dyar Urrea.”

Years ago I received an email from John Urrea’s son! He was doing a search for John, and found my silly story. He thought it was funny, and was happy to see that people still remembered his dad. (Even if it was in the context of flushable substances.)