I remember seeing on the news a clip of Mo introducing one of Cerfolio’s new underlings, Day I think was the name, and imagining to myself the nochos munchers staring at the screen with a deer in the headlights look of non-comprehension and disinterest. I don’t remember Bloom being there. If he had been, Mo would have to remind them who Bloom is because they don’t care. Bill and Mo are trying to get the munchers invested in the reset, so they keep piling in and cueing up for the $15 cups of beer no matter the shitty product on the field. It won’t work. Polo shirts don’t sell tickets. Munchers want more homers. Munchers want the next rock star.