Your friend dragged you out to an Erie Otters game one day. She let you borrow a jersey of her's with the last name 'Drysdale' sewn into it. When the game finished and you had to wait for your friend. She had a boyfriend on the team, so you had no idea how long they'd be, doing... whatever they were doing for. You stood in the bare arena, on your phone. You feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up, and smiled.

"Are you a Drysdale fan?"