A Budding Entrepreneur made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning, intent on selling everyone copies of his very own book about baseball. As he hopped from table-to-table, striking out all the way, his pitch became increasingly frenetic. "You look like a baseball fan," he said to me, hopefully. "Not especially," I replied, "Why do you ask?" He went on to describe the book in riveting detail, positioning it as the ideal gift. Failing all else, he finally said, "I'm telling you, this book is so good that if you give it to a Baseball Fan, they'll end up reading it in the bathroom and you'll never see them again." Now that's what I call a "Foul Ball!"