"Not a Phillies fan, then, I take it?" Behind the bartender hangs a paper-thin television screen which if compared to the screens of a cinema would only be a slight exaggeration. On it, a wiry older fellow with a surprising voice begins to sing the national anthem and it's all Steve can do not to roll his eyes. Even so, he's not entirely sure the effort is a success. He ought have expected it, he knows, but it still comes as something of a shock.