Part of the Boyo's birthday event for me was that, after lunching on hot dogs near the Rodin Gates of Hell, we would play catch with his Burghers of Calais, located just outside the main chapel at Stanford U.
Here we are, the Burghers and me.
On the one hand, it's kinda unintentionally disrespectful. The story of the Burghers is noble and sad. But on the other hand, it appeals to my sense of the absurd. By his own description, the Boyo found the action "high concept fun."
Plus, my Dad, who taught me, laboriously, to throw and catch, would probably sorta approve.