From: MARTY WEISS

Suddenly, the overhead light goes on, illuminating the room in a
garish yellow brillance.  Facing you, along the far wall are a dozen
men and they are all naked.  You can't see their faces because each
one of the men is wearing a catcher's mask.  "We've been waiting for
you," the shortest of the men said, gesturing you to come closer, "I
hope you can help us." You say nothing, and remain where you are.
No one else moves either.
        
A cold beer can is pressed into your hand by someone behind you and
a voice says, "So tell us, how can we beat this salary cap thing?"