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Tonight, we went to a New Orleans Zehphr’s game. As the Florida Marlin’s AAA affiliate, it was a chance to see the prospects who, for some reason or another, aren’t ready for the big leagues. Oh, and Mike Lamb. Mike Lamb plays for the Marlin’s minor league team now. That's one less mystery in life, I guess.

There was a pool in right field, which you could get into if you were part of the private party, which I wasn’t. It wasn’t really that big of a deal anyway, getting kicked out of the pool, because Kaupang had bought everyone on the bus suite tickets.

We actually got to watch baseball inside, in a private room, with a buffet, a keg, TVs and everything. The keg was pretty popular amongst the crowd, and in the middle of it all was a stout little man with a white beard and a grin like an old prospector: Fred Eckhardt, instigator of most of the night’s follies.

This is Mike Lamb, who is tragically the best third baseman we've had since Corey Koskie.

The stadium was quite a bit like the Marlin’s big league stadium: old and empty. In fact, there were so few people at the game that I was able to secure my first foul ball ever. I had to run a hundred or so feet to get it, but it was one of my prouder moments, actually.