Having selected my new car, I was excited to learn that its color is officially called “Caribou Metallic” or as the sales person called it, “Coffee.” Normal people call it “Brown,” but I’m not normal and neither is my new (used) Ford Explorer, so “Caribou” it is.

Introducing my boys to the car, they wanted to know its name. Only one came to mind, yes, “Caribou.”

So this evening, I was coaching Third Base for my 10-year-old son Ben’s baseball team. Ben took his turn at the plate and promptly fouled off a ball, which landed just a few feet from my new car. Looking down the Third Base line at me, he smiled nervously and mouthed the word, “Caribou.”

With excitement like that, there’s no need for coffee.