There are certain smells that never really leave you. Fresh-cut grass. Old baseball cards that still have that bubble gum smell 50 years later. The faint electrical hum of a basement light that takes a second to warm up and never quite commits. A folding table with one leg shorter than the others, with duct tape on the edges. A faded and stained score sheet. Dice that have been rolled so many times they’ve lost their sharp edges much like the men rolling them. Basements matte