You see them, but do they see you? You notice a man sitting along the backstop. He's dressed neatly, his hair slicked back and his eyes are hidden conspicuously behind a nice pair of aviator sunglasses.
A radar gun is resting on his lap, and a stop watch hangs from his neck. He seems to be jotting some notes down as the opposing team takes infield practice. As you tiptoe to the end of the dugout, closer to where this man is sitting and pretend to fill up a cup of water.
