When I was a kid, my grandfather watched a lot of baseball and listened to it on the radio. He was a damn Yankees fan. Willie Randolph was one of his favorites in the 80s. I honestly didn't follow baseball at the time, but I knew that he liked Randolph. I was probably about 7 or 8 years old, so it must have been 82 or 83. There was a Yankees game on. I asked my grandfather when Willie Randolph was going to hit. He told me he wasn't, because he was on the DL. I asked what that was and he told me it was the disabled list. Several days later during that visit with my grandparents, my grandfather had taken my brothers and me out around town in the mid-to-late afternoon. He stopped at McDonalds and got us milkshakes. Of course, this was within an hour or two of dinner time, so he knew he would probably get scolded for spoiling our appetites. He told us not to tell my mom or grandmother about the milkshakes. He followed that up by saying "We're just going to keep that on the DL". It wasn't until about 20 years later that I figured out that DL meant 'down low' in that case. I mean it kind of made sense the other way. Long story short, the switch to IL is definitely messing with me. I thought it was silly to change it, but I guess it's the times we're in. Probably bigger fish to fry.