At last week’s softball game, to the delight of the children of a teammate (and an accomplice), I sat on a woopie cushion. I can’t remember the last time I’d even thought of a woopie cushion, let alone saw one. Being the masochist that I am, I tried looking up the origin of it. Maybe it’s ancient, and was first used by “Native American” children. It was made from a buffalo stomach, perhaps. Or maybe it was developed in the 1950s by the makers of Silly Putty. Google was not helpful, nor was m-w.com. Perhaps their new on-line unabridged dictionary would help. Still, what about that name? Any foreigner might think a “woopie cushion” is not meant for children at all, but would be strictly an adult toy for two players. Anyone who can manufacture something like that, functional and small enough to put in a wallet, well, there just might be a market. You could include a sample for free in a box of Avanti, which also was the name of the softball team we lost to that day, ending our seven game winning streak, and our run for the championship.