I’m reminded of the time (and yes, I know that I’m dating myself here) when I used to play Strat-O-Matic Baseball in yeshiva during lunch/recess. One time a bully threatened to tell the Rosh Yeshiva that we had baseball cards which, ostensibly, were forbidden in the school. I was about to object that they aren’t baseball cards, but then I stopped myself. I figured “what does the Rosh Yeshiva know about baseball cards? He’ll see cards, they’re about baseball, ergo, they’re baseball cards.”
The Wolf