Willow was explaining to me about how cleats work.
“They have spikes that are really sharp, so they are good for holding the grass when you are running. But if they hit you in the leg they really hurt. And they can tear up the grass.” He explains
“They hold even better on plastic grass.” i say offhandedly
“They make plastic grass?” Willow is clearly disturbed by this idea. He grumbles under his breath.
“Quite a bit of it i am afraid.” i feel bad for my entire industrial culture.
Completely seriously Willow asks “Is nothing sacred?”