Exhibition baseball

Not long after Tommy Lasorda made Rock hand over a six-pack of Miller High Life bottles, because, as the Hall of Fame Dodgers manager said, "You can't bring that shit in here if it ain't Budweiser," Rock was at a UALR exhibition baseball game just off Dickson Street in Fayetteville, close to the University of Arkansas campus.
Rock walked from the game through an old, dimly-lited dank tunnel with a young brunette to the red brick of the city's downtown square as he spoke on his cell phone with UALR athletic director Rick Mello. He reflected on a huge haystack-like pile of bleached cornmeal someone had dumped just off the field. A student manager told Rock it was used to mark home plate and the baselines, but Rock and everyone else recognized it as nothing more than a mess. It had been far too close to first base, and several players ran into it, which caused a white cloud of the meal to spread across players and nearby spectators. Almost everyone there was at least a bit stained by the powdery white dust.
"That's a legitimate criticism," Mello said. "We're going to have to do something about that."