I remember being a teenager going to baseball games with my dad. He was a physician, and sometimes the tickets came from pharmaceutical reps — and those were the games you didn’t want to miss. We’d sit in great seats, close enough to hear the crack of Jason Giambi’s bat, or tucked into a luxury box. There was food, drinks, and a kind of polished hospitality that made you feel important. I still remember the elation of being handed a beer by an attractive woman before I was le