Dear Joe Walsh,

I was in yoga the other day, minding my own business, trying to stretch my hamstrings without dislocating anything, when the unthinkable happened.

It started out fine—AC was on (a rare gift from the yoga gods), the new instructor was fantastic, the playlist was solid. She played “Come Undone” by Duran Duran and “Beds Are Burning” by Midnight Oil. I was impressed.

Then, just as I’m settling into child’s pose, I hear:

“They say I’m crazy, but I have a good time…”

Joe...