The other day I was in the bleachers at a University of Mississippi baseball game on a beautiful sunny weekend afternoon. In front of me sat two women in their sixties, side by side, who did not get off their phones for the entire game. I don’t think they even glanced up. Hours of scrolling—social media, restaurant websites, even maps. (I have a strict no-phones policy at public events, so I was trying to avoid looking, but the glowing screens were right in my line of sight and I am also a distractible human citizen of the twenty-first century.) At one point there was a collision at first base, followed by a questionable call, followed by a review. The call went against us, at which point Phone Woman on the left yelled out—while still staring at her tiny screen—some boilerplate “Screw the ump/You’re blind!” rhetoric. I have no idea how...

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