And in any case I've found the reaction in fact to be mostly positive. I'm beginning to appreciate being your own boss. As the loft reverberates with the whirring din of the TVs, the lights are dimmed, save for over the aisle running lengthwise down the middle of the room. Occasionally there's lots of screaming and carrying on, and people yelling for us to stop. On the other hand we sometimes get the kind that thinks we fake it or that pitcher's not throwing hard enough or something.
Downstairs things are a little quieter.
Also from the early Playing Period is Dave's witty variation on a theme, the Baseballs . There is even, white with crimson stitching, a cube. I started doing them my rookie year for my daughter Lisa. Anyway, after a while I became intrigued with the possibilities and did the other ones. Curiously, he is not overly fond of them.