Let's start with an anecdote before I get down to the nitty gritty, as it were. Recently I was having a phone conversation with an old friend, one who now lives in one of the towns that borders the Hudson River in New York. He told me he was taking his son to see the minor league baseball team whose home field is a 30-minute drive from his house. As I'm oblivious much of the time, it didn't occur to me that he might be talking about a New York-Penn League team, but when he said, "I think they're called the, uh, ValleyCats," I lit up. Not only were they playing the IronBirds the night he planned to attend, but that was the first time the two teams had met since last year's playoffs, when Tri-City's pitchers shut down Aberdeen's lineup two nights in a row for a sweep of the best-of-three series. After five minutes of me ranting, my friend said, "yeah, it'll be nice just to see a baseball game." Sometimes I forget that people go to sporting events just to be entertained for a few hours.