I spent the first 20 years of my life in America. I then took a short trip to Australia that ended up lasting 23 years. Before going to Oz, my entire knowledge of the country came through the song, “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport.” (Add to this “throw another shrimp on the Barbie” phrase and the Croc Hunter, and you have the total body of knowledge on Australia for most Americans.)

I’m a diehard event skeptic. I feel like one of those “last men standing” in a Quentin Tarantino film as I step over the corpses of youth events over the last two decades.