(For those of you just here for the baseball, it begins somewhere Word 1582. I’ll meet you there.)
Like many people who consider going all the way over there to plug in my phone as the apex of manual physical labor, I enjoy sitting on my butt watching others be useful. The most sublime form of this is home improvement shows, which always begin with people waving their arms accusingly at kitchens which commit such sins as having non-granite countertops. Then, 59 minutes later, the electricity in the entire house has been rewired, all the appliances replaced, carpeting transformed to hardwood, and woodland animals airlifted in to cavort in the re-sodded yard.