It looked like any farm Iowa, USA. Corn stood high at your arrival point, and even with music calling you out to the floor, it was with a sense of amusement that you stepped forward. Stalks taller than the average man edged the floor, and stretched out as far as you could see. Uniformed boys danced on raised mounds of dirt, baseball kits perhaps a bit tighter than you'd expect. Immediately, a feeling of summer washed over you and you felt the scene grip you. Lights streamed down in arcs of dust-filled glow as the dancers moved and the DJ spun. Even 490M in the air, you were on the ground. This vision of summer and the boys as we never knew them, growing up. It was iconic, inviting, and done with a bit more than Premier's usual flair. Beyond the imagery being inspiring, beyond the boys being the hottest in the world, and beyond prize money being on the board, the club looked every inch of its theme! As did the patrons and staff. Customized in logo'ed gear, the Premier team clearly was Home and willing to let our eyes take a bat-around the bases! DJ Mirah offered an above-average mix, having peppered her usual offerings with baseball-themed music that tipped in as batting 1.000!
Even as the night wound down, long after the scheduled close time, and we sadly gathered our jerseys (and sometimes pants!) back up to leave through the same fields of summer corn that welcomed us, it seemed each glanced over their shoulder to wonder...What will next week bring?
