Samuel: Ah, baseball season again. You know, we had something similar in my country.
Carl: No kidding?
Samuel: Yes. One man stands in the field holding a large stick. Another man throws a stone at him. Then the man with the stick chases the man who threw the stone.
Carl: Ha, and you call that baseball?
Samuel: No, it's called "Stay away from my goats, you rock throwing bastards." Similar to your sport except instead hotdogs and beer we have droughts and starvation. Go Cubbies!