My ears, or perhaps the part of my brain that tries to make sense of what my ears hear, played a trick on me this evening. I turned my car radio on just in time to hear the end of a baseball inning. It was a playoff game, and the Yankee pitcher had worked out of a jam. The announcer, rather excited, said, “Men on second and third and none out, and Voldmort didn't score.”
(I should mention that I've always assumed the 't' at the end of Voldemort is silent.)
Voldemort, Baltimore. Baltimore, Voldemort. I definitely will not root for Voldemort.
By the way, apologies for the long silence.