Honestly, sometimes the best comics come simply from Robert and I trying to make each other laugh. Neither of us ever ‘got’ the baseball sex metaphor (sidenote: best name for a band), and we discovered that’s because there’s two different sets of meaning for second and third base, which makes it kind of confusing. I still don’t understand how baseball got so inextricably caught up in describing sex. Is it something about whacking balls with a wooden shaft? Maybe I’ve been doing things wrong all this time.