Tampa, a day game... I can see some seersucker-wearing old captain, dabbing himself with a linen handkerchief, perched on his rocking chair, occasionally fanning himself with his panama hat: "we shall betwixt these Yankee devils with some day baseball in the Florida sun! They shall find our excessive heat and humidity, simply intolerable!"
Occasionally he will wonder at the behavior of his large blue-tick coonhound which has been searching for some critter under the porch of Steinbrenner field: "Rufus, you had best get yourself out of there or you'll miss out supper!"