The sin bin is two minutes of sitting still in a building where nothing else stops. You can hear the bench from in there. You have time, which is the punishment, and you spend it thinking about the hold you absolutely did commit.
So: a beer named after it. COLD BARN BREWING CO. SIN BIN Stout, est. 1974. Two minutes for holding. It's a real call and it's a description of a man holding a beer, and it only works because it's a label. A brewery that doesn't exist, a stout you can't buy, drawn the way a label actually was in 1974: two flat inks, a keyline frame, banner bands top and bottom, a heavy condensed serif, hop sprigs. No crossed sticks. No cartoon ref. Nothing in a sans-serif telling you it's a joke.
Captains: this is the one the whole bench wears, and the penalty box is a joke every single one of them is personally implicated in. It's also the angle that lands under a tree, because it explains itself to whoever bought it.
Two minutes. You'll be fine.
