Kids, you never know when you’re going to learn a lesson. For example, on Opening Day for the Astros back when they still called it Enron Field, I unknowingly sat in seats right behind the Archbishop of Galveston, who had been given tickets to the game by the managing partner of my law firm. Anyway, my buddies and I had a bunch of beers and used some really foul language throughout the game. And this fact got back to the managing partner, who kind of dressed us down for our behavior. And the lesson I learned that day was that the Archbishop of Galveston is a snitch.