Never thought I’d never want to hear the name Dionysus again, but here we are. Or the word “mockery.” Or something about da Vinci’s sexual leanings, which moved from “probably” to “certainly” quite quickly. Doesn’t matter anyway. The Church would do well to change its strategy from yelling at the world to helping the world. It’s much less stressful to love than it is to hate. Or judge. Or always be looking for something to protest. It’s all exhausting. Track & Field starts tomorrow.