“Where is he now?” If only I had brought my new glasses with me. Misplaced vanity. “It looks good on him in that black shirt. Is he enjoying himself in his new team?” asks the other parent. Then it hits me. “Gosh, say.” After six years of loyal service, my son recently switched clubs. I’ve never seen him in this shirt before. It’s not red, it’s black. They are not behind, but in front. Not UVV, but VVU. Number 5: both colors look good on him. It’s just the sport that makes him happy.