The idea was intriguing to me but only in the way that television is intriguing to a cat. I was pretty sure I didn’t give a shit about it, but because it was so foreign and yet so close to me, it piqued my interest. Softball? Full of gays? Every Sunday all summer long? Surely you’re misinformed. On Sundays, gays go to brunch and then put together IKEA furniture. In the evening they watch Desperate Housewives and write checks to charity.