 A court, exactly. Okay, now's the time where we'll come up with our team names. I point at a very pale kid. He looks stricken. You'll be Blizzard of Oz. What? Blizzard for short. Go on and don the ornamental garb. He gives a sullen face and puts the orange headband on. I turn to a squat boy with enormous braces on his teeth. You? You'll be Jaws. The Jaws of Death. You bring the hustle, am I right? No. The kid shrugs. Put on your headband and become one of us.