Colorful dancers atop the dugouts at recent OKC Comets game in OKC.
When my friend, Ed Godfrey, and I walked into Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark on Saturday night, we could hear the distinctive sounds of a mariachi band playing somewhere on the concourse.
It was Cielo Azul night versus the El Paso Chihuahuas at the ballpark, with the OKC Comets dressed in special Cielo Azul uniforms to honor fans from Hispanic heritages.
It’s always a festive occasion, with Mexican dancers on the dugouts between innings and special Cielo Azul caps and other merchandise on sale at the fan store.
But the mariachi band was a first for me, or at least I had not noticed a live band in the past.
Turns out, the band was stationed almost directly behind our section down the third base line. And it wasn’t just a couple of guitar players and a violin. This was a full on Mexican orchestra with vocalists, multiple guitars, trumpets and violins.
Ed and I stopped for a couple minutes to appreciate the music, then found our seats as the band continued playing. You can sample their music in the video below:
The band was still playing as the first pitch was thrown and continued for several innings. Ed found some humor about a mariachi band that refused to quit playing and began delivering one-liners as commentary on the Cielo Azul experience.
If you are a listener of the 3 Old Geezers podcast hosted by Ed, myself and Steve Buck, then you know that Ed can be really funny. We should call him our Minister of Humor, even if it’s not always intentional.
“Feels like a home game for El Paso,” Ed said as the band droned on. “Go ask them to play ‘El Paso.'”
I laughed at the thought and almost took the request to the band, but I didn’t have any money on me for a tip.
About that time, the colorful Mexican dancers walked past our seats on their way to the third base dugout. We enjoyed the interlude between innings as their dresses swirled and the music played. Watch below.
“It does feel like we’re at Casa Bonita,” Ed said.
By now, I was frantically writing down his one-liners. The dancing concluded and a female dancer walked toward us as she headed back to the concourse.
“When she gets up here, would you stop her and ask for some sopapillas,” Ed commanded.
I laughed out loud as I typed the comment into my phone.
Later in the game, the Geezer came out in Ed. A group of young girls who were perhaps 10 years old and sitting a couple rows in front of us were loudly chanting, trying to distract the opposing Chihuahua players.
The girls were as persistent as the mariachi band. They never stopped.
“This whole section is like a daycare,” Ed said.
The mascot, Yeti, poses with some young fans during a recent OKC Comets game.
The girls continued chanting in unison and having a great time.
“This is what softball culture has done to little girls,” Geezer Ed said.
It was like I was sitting next to Walter Matthau from Grumpy Old Men.
By now, we were deep into the game, maybe the 6th or 7th inning. The mariachi band had taken a break, but now they were back, playing on and on, although more distant from us this time.
It was a night that I’ll remember, but not because of the baseball. It’s exactly why I enjoy going to the ballpark, because you never know what you will see or hear.
It can be a great play on the field, a mariachi band, 10 year-old hecklers or a geezer with a keen wit.
I loved it all.
BONUS CONTENT: As Ed and I entered the ballpark this past Saturday night, the team was honoring Nelson Cruz in a special pregame ceremony to induct him into the OKC Triple A Baseball Hall of Fame. I thought it was great that the team honored a past player who went on to have an impactful Major League career. Also thought it was cool that Cruz actually showed up with his family and made a heartfelt speech. I hope the fans in attendance could appreciate him and the ceremony.
The ceremony honoring OKC Triple A Baseball Hall of Famer Nelson Cruz
Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark was full for Banana Ball
‘Clowns to the left of me Jokers to the right Here I am, stuck in the middle with you’
— Stealers Wheel, ‘Stuck in the Middle With You’
There were plenty of clowns on the field Saturday night at Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark. And jokers, too. And I was stuck in the middle of about 10,000 of my closest friends who showed up to watch a spectacle known as Banana Ball.
Saturday’s “game,” and I’m using the term loosely, featured two barnstorming exhibition teams — the Indianapolis Clowns and the Texas Tailgaters — owned by the Savannah Bananas empire.
It wasn’t exactly baseball, as we know it, although if you watched closely between the line dancing, singing, juggling and acrobatics, there was pitching, hitting and fielding to be seen.
No one seemed to mind that there was really no way to know when a team’s at-bat ended or what the actual score was or if any of that mattered.
Well, it really didn’t.
Banana Ball is all about nonstop fun, excitement and noise. Oh, the noise.
Music blared from the stadium speakers from well before the game began and did not let up for a second until after, well, at least until we headed home after eight innings of the organized chaos.
So, you may be asking, how did all this begin and why did so many Oklahomans flock to the Bricktown Ballpark on two consecutive blistering nights in August?
The Bananas started out as a collegiate baseball team in Savannah, Ga. that eventually morphed into the entertainment phenomenon that we know of today.
Jesse Cole, a former collegiate player and coach, had taken over the collegiate team, which played the traditional game that moved at a slow pace and attracted few fans. Cole noticed that those who did show up were likely to leave well before the game ended.
He decided there had to be a better way. So he invented the concept of Banana Ball that injected entertainment into the mix, renamed the team the Bananas and it took off from there. The Bananas’ motto is “We make baseball fun.”
You can learn more about it by watching the CBS Sixty Minutes feature below.
Today, the Bananas feature seven traveling teams that fill minor league, major league and even college football stadiums across the nation. I read a story about a Bananas exhibition played in Denver the week previous to the OKC show that drew 100,000 people over three nights.
You could see in Bricktown that many in the crowd are actual Bananas fans. They wore Banana yellow shirts. They knew all of the chants and the dance routines. Some of them even got up and danced themselves.
So, it’s a show. But not The Show that players aspire to, as Major League Baseball is known.
I admit I’m a geezer and likely to shout, ‘get off my lawn!’ But I have no problem with Banana Ball or its popularity. There were people in the stadium Saturday who didn’t even realize that OKC had a minor league baseball team, so perhaps they became acquainted with the Comets. Maybe.
In reality, you can complain about the slow play of the game as played by college, minor league or Major League teams, but they all have a big advantage over the Bananas, as I see it.
You can have a conversation while sitting in the stands of, say an OKC Comets baseball game. That’s a big plus for me. You can also appreciate the strategy and great plays. You know the score and can even keep your own scorecard.
I could not concentrate on anything baseball related Saturday because of the constant disco-level volume of the music, the ongoing dancing routines or distractions like the alleged pitcher that took the mound wearing an elephant costume or the shortstop dressed as a rodeo clown.
So, I’m glad we got to see Banana Ball in all of it’s glory here in OKC.
Once was enough.
I’ll be back at the ballpark later this week to watch the Comets play El Paso. And I’ll welcome the relaxing pace of the game.
The Indianapolis Clowns entertained with a dance routine as they were introduced before the Banana Ball game in OKC.
I was listening to a late-night sports talk radio show recently when the host began talking excitedly about ‘robo umps’ coming to Major League Baseball. He was totally opposed to the concept because, as he said, ‘it takes the human element’ out of the game.
What?
In my mind I saw images of a menacing, out-of-control robot standing behind the catcher.
Turns out that Major League Baseball IS implementing the Automated Ball/Strike Challenge System in the 2026 season. But there’s no resemblance to a robo ump.
Yet, that’s how it’s presented by broadcasters and headline writers across the World Wide Web. I wince every time I hear or see the words ‘robo ump’ used to describe the new system because of how misleading it is.
A sample of ‘robo ump’ returns from a Google search
So, what is the Automated Ball/Strike Challenge System, also known as ABS, if it’s not a robotic replacement for home place umps?
If you’ve attended any OKC Comets games at Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark over the last couple of years, you’ve seen the ABS system in action. You may not even have noticed, because an umpire is still behind the plate calling every pitch.
However, each team can challenge two pitches per game, and then the ABS system takes over. Multiple cameras focused on home plate reveal whether the pitch crosses through the strike zone, and the results are shown on the park’s video board.
The whole process takes only a few seconds, is very low key, and the game quickly resumes. There are no hitters and catchers loudly complaining or angry managers charging home plate.
Don’t ask me how it works, because geometry is above my pay grade.
“The ABS Challenge System monitors the exact location of each pitch, relative to the specific batter’s zone. Players can request a challenge of a ball or strike call they feel the umpire got wrong, and, when they do, a graphic displaying the result is then transmitted over a 5G network from T-Mobile’s Advanced Network Solutions and nearly instantaneously shown to those in attendance via the videoboard and to home viewers via the broadcast.”
The MLB article goes on to describe the ABS System as a way to ensure calls are correct while keeping the human element.
“The Challenge System is seen as a way to get more of the most important calls correct without dramatically altering the sport overnight. It is a middle ground between full ABS and tradition,” MLB says in the article.
When MLB implementation of the ABS Challenge System was made last September, Alex Freedman, Broadcaster/Communications Director the OKC Comets, tweeted his support of the technology. He’s seen every Comets game in which it has been used, so he would be aware of any potential glitches.
“I’ve been a fan of the challenge system since it’s been implemented in Triple-A. Among players and coaches, it’s not unanimously loved, but the large majority likes it,” Freedman said on his X (formerly Twitter) feed.
I discussed my disdain of the term ‘robo ump’ to describe the ABS System on the most recent 3 Old Geezers podcast in which I participate. My fellow geezers scoffed at my dislike of the term, saying it’s no big deal.
Ed Godfrey said he objects more to the ‘ghost runner’ used in extra innings, but that argument can wait for another day.
Ed also reminded me that a ‘Robo Niner’ mascot once roamed All Sports Stadium back when the team was known at the 89ers.
So, call me the Robo Ump Police then, because I hate the term.
Here’s what Dan Patrick, my favorite sports broadcasting host, had to say about the ABS System and the way it’s been described on the Dan Patrick radio show, which is also simulcast on the Peacock Network:
“You still have to have an umpire. There’s not going to be a robot out there. It’s not going to be a robot; it’s going to be automated balls and strikes. Everybody thinks (it’s) like that Fox football robot’s out there.”
Yep, that’s how it’s presented in countless headlines and on sport talk shows. Go ahead and do a Google search for ‘robo ump,’ and see the dozens of headlines and videos proclaiming the coming of the robot
Well, it’s not. But the robo ump hype and hysteria is real, even if the robots are not.
I’ve been everywhere, man I’ve been everywhere, man Crossed the desert’s bare, man I’ve breathed the mountain air, man Of travel I’ve a-had my share, man I’ve been everywhere — “I’ve been everywhere” as sung by Johnny Cash
If you ask Stigler, OK, native Hershel Prentice where in the world he’s been lately, he’ll gladly tell you.
“I was in Croatia, Albania, Bosnia and Montenegro about a year ago,” he told me.
I listened with awe as Hershel recounted some of his travel experiences as I sat down with him at the home of our mutual friend, Ed Godfrey. Ed, with whom I worked for many years at The Oklahoman newspaper, is also a Stigler native and has known Hershel for even longer.
“I’ve been to about 90 countries so far,” Hershel said. “I’ve stood in Red Square in Moscow. I stood in Tiananmen Square in Beijing and I’ve been on the Great Wall of China.”
Did you catch that? Hershel has visited 90 — 90!– countries around the world. He told me that he lives out of hotels about half the time.
How does this happen, a country boy from rural Oklahoma literally traveling across the nation and the world virtually nonstop for decades?
A couple of things to note: Hershel is retired after 29 years of service with the Oklahoma Department of Human Services. A graduate of Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, he has no living immediate family.
Hershel said he often made road trips with his grandparents as a child, which sparked his love of travel, seeing new places and meeting interesting people.
“And I like maps, globes, far away names, Budapest, Istanbul,” he said. “I’d hear those names and knew I would go someday.”
His parents, who owned a trucking firm, are deceased, as well as a sister, his only sibling. He lives in the Stigler house that belonged to his parents, although it seems to be only for temporary respite between trips.
Hershel has a philanthropic side, too, in support of his hometown. He funds a scholarship for Stigler high school graduates to support their college education. And he’s a regular at Shelly’s Cafe whenever he’s in town.
“I’m the first customer,” he said. “5 a.m.”
When I asked Hershel how old he was, he was reluctant to reveal his age.
“I don’t do chronological things, I do situations,” said this International Man of Mystery.
So, what year were you born in?
“Just pick a number.”
All right, 1950. “OK,” Hershel said to the random number that I pulled out of the air. I’ll go with it. That would make him 75 years old, or somewhere in that neighborhood.
Never married, Hershel said he prefers to travel alone.
“Fast and free that way, when you’re alone,” he said.
Yeah, but don’t you get lonely?
“Not really.”
Hershel’s travel is arranged by a Fort Smith, Ark., travel agent. Most of his world travel is done as part of group tours with a set itinerary. That ensures he’s not totally alone on his sojourns, although he said he uses free time to explore on his own.
How has he been treated as an American tourist in all these foreign lands? He says he’s been treated well everywhere and never feared for his safety, including in Cuba, where he went as part of a program arranged by the U.S. Treasury Department.
Here are some fun facts about the International Man of Mystery’s travels both here and abroad:
Hershel has visited all 50 states, visiting famous and little known museums, national parks, Civil War battlegrounds and much more. He’s seen baseball games in all but eight Major League parks, along with dozens of minor leagues parks across the country. He’s been to NBA, NFL and college football games, NASCAR events, toured multiple halls of fame, every presidential library and points of interest like the site of Custer’s Last Stand in Montana or the big ball-of-yarn museum in Kansas. He’s visited every county seat in Oklahoma, as well as in Arkansas.
He’s made friends and met many interesting people along the way. Sometimes, he’s run into fellow Oklahomans in, say, Europe or Asia.
“People that you meet who are visiting Auschwitz, people that would go pay money and time to go do that, they’re gonna be pretty interesting,” he says. “Or you’ll have a common factor. If I meet someone on a trip, I tell them I’ve been by their house, because wherever someone is from, i’ve been by there or near there.”
The most interesting country Hershel has visited?
“Probably Cuba,” he said. “It’s just amazing how they live there, how it was for a long time and how it is now. They don’t have Internet, you couldn’t use a credit card; they didn’t have that infrastructure. We had to use pesos or American money or Euros. They like the Euro more than the dollar.”
He visited Havana, along with the infamous Bay of Pigs, Hemingway’s home, and coastal areas along the island.
I became acquainted with Hershel Prentice a few years ago through Ed when we all went to an OKC Dodgers (now Comets) game together. Hershel’s also a big fan of the OKC Thunder, and sent me a photo of himself at a recent game at Paycom Center. He has called Ed from many museums, ballparks and foreign cities. He often brings him souvenirs from his travels.
Hershel showed me a set of refrigerator magnets decorated to represent the flags of about a half dozen Scandinavian countries. Of course, he’s been to all of them.
So, what’s on Hershel’s travel itinerary for 2026? For now, he’s looking at traveling to Uzbekistan and Kaspiysk, located in former Soviet Union territories and now independent Russian states.
Still, I wanted to know what compels him to stay on the move. His answer was about modes of travel as much as about locations. He likes planes, trains, trolleys, subways.
“Anything that moves,” he said. “I like it when it takes off, that little thrust, the movement. Here we go to a new place, new time, new day, new people. Being free.”
Hershel, you really are the International Man of Mystery.
Hershel Prentice at the Dardenelles Strait in Turkey in 2024.
EDITOR’S NOTE: In what has become an annual column of its own, I look back over BlogOKC in 2024 and list my 10 favorite posts. Not most popular, but those that meant the most to me. I went back and forth, adding some then eliminating them, because each of them meant something to me. I hope you enjoy browsing the list and clicking on the headlines to read the full post. My list of personal favorites also includes a wonderful guest post by my friend, Don Mecoy. Enjoy!
Major League Baseball Commissioner Rob Manfred said the ‘Golden At-Bat’ is being discussed
When I was a young would-be sports writer just out of college working for the Southwest Times Record newspaper in Fort Smith, Ark., my editor sent me out to cover the state small school baseball tournament.
I had not seen much high school baseball through the years, so I was caught by surprise by one particular rule the small schools played by.
It was called the “Courtesy Runner.”
The Bricktown Ballpark scoreboard shows the team’s new name at reveal event.
The Oklahoma City Baseball Club revealed its new name, “Comets,” in a ceremony Saturday evening at the Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark witnessed by at least a couple thousand enthusiastic fans.
I was among those who showed up for the Big Reveal, so I can attest to the collective cheer that went up when the “Comets” name and logo appeared on the scoreboard screen.
I was not expecting “Comets,” although I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe “Flycatchers,” which my friend Ed Godfrey had predicted as the future team name. Or the “Waving Wheats” or something that related to Oklahoma.
From left, Scott Kirk, Jim Stafford, Peggy Marler, Ron Hadfield, Corliss Hudson Englert, Brad Englert, Cheryl Mann Bacon
Ron Hadfield is a long-time friend who was my student editor on the Abilene Christian University newspaper, The Optimist, in 1977. Ron recently was recognized with a Lifetime Achievement Award at the ACU Athletic Hall of Fame ceremony that I was privileged to attend.
I showed up on ACU’s doorstep in 1976 as a transfer student with a dream to some day become a newspaper sportswriter, but with virtually no writing experience.
Ron likes to tell the story that on the first assignment he sent me out on, I turned in some terrible copy and proudly showed him the quotes I made up.
I deny the accuracy of his memory.
Brady Spencer with his son, John, outside Kansas City’s Union Station during the 2023 NFL draft.
A recent update in The Oklahoman newspaper on the new OG&E Coliseum under construction at the State Fairgrounds identified it as a venue designed by a firm named “Populous.”
In an even more recent story, I learned that Populous has been hired to design the new $71 million soccer stadium just south of OKC’s Bricktown.
I think I’m noticing a trend.
So, what exactly is Populous?
Solomon rolls his new backpack up to OKC’s Omni Hotel on Friday morning.
This is what happens when his GiGi is out of town on business and Papa is left in charge of entertainment on a Friday for our grandson, Solomon.
So, when it was just us two early Friday, Solomon said he wanted to go on a road trip. He suggested “the beach” and then Branson.
I said we couldn’t do either of those today, but maybe we could drive up to Guthrie and find a place to eat.
Solomon sort of accepted that, but later told me he wanted to go to that “nice Thunder hotel downtown.” All of us had stayed the night at OKC’s Omni Hotel last year when my wife, Paula, was booked there for a convention meeting.
A black ’65 Mustang that looks exactly as I remember the one driven by my Aunt Dee.
This is a story of the Ford Mustang. Or, rather, two Ford Mustangs. One of them did not have a happy ending, and I was in it.
If you are hazy on your Ford Mustang history, I’ll catch you up to date a bit. The Mustang was conceived by team at Ford led by Lee Iacocca, who later gained fame as the man who saved Chrysler.
The first Mustang was introduced to the public in April 1964, as the “1964-1/2” Mustang. It was an instant hit. The public fell in love with it because it had a unique, sporty body style compared to what U.S. autos had been, which were cars shaped like boxes and quite unattractive.
My dad was among the millions of Americans who were taken by the Mustang and eventually bought one when he was stationed on the island of Okinawa while in the military. I’ll come back to that.
I read a magazine article when I was in college in the 1970s about a scrappy startup called Apple Computer, founded by two guys named Steve who built their first computers in the garage at the home of one of the Steves.
I couldn’t get enough of their story; the David-vs.-Goliath way that Apple blazed the personal computer trail that forced the industry behemoth at the time, IBM, to play catchup. Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak were my entrepreneurial heroes.
So, I admit that I am a long-time Apple fanboy and remain one today.
But my fandom has run smack into some ugly reality. Apple is no longer the scrappy industry underdog. In fact, it is one of the world’s largest companies by market value. Yet, it has begun to flex its financial muscles like a bully that nobody likes.
Here’s a bit of nostalgia for you. When I walked into the Southwest Times Record newsroom for the first time as an employee in 1978, I encountered a bustling community of talented writers, editors and photographers all scrambling to publish local news seven days a week.
The Fort Smith newspaper was a great place to learn the craft as my first job out of college. There are many folks among my former colleagues there whom I will never forget. I worked at the SWTR for five years in a variety of positions before moving to Oklahoma City and working for The Oklahoman for almost a quarter of a century.
So, it’s been disheartening to watch the SWTR decline as a community force over the past few years as the number of subscribers declined and employees were laid off. It’s a situation not unlike that in many other cities across the nation.
Evard Humphrey and his No. 12 super-modified sprint car
Editor’s Note: Don Mecoy is a friend and former colleague at The Oklahoman who retired as the newspaper’s managing editor at the end of 2022. A recent conversation about sports heroes from our youth when Don was a guest on the 3 Old Geezers podcast sparked his memory about a local race car driver fromthe late 1960s. Don wrote this guest blog post about that driver and those memories.
By Don Mecoy
I had my share of sports heroes when I was a kid. Roger Staubach, Lou Brock, Johnny Bench and Joe Washington were among my faves. But my personal hero — and it truly was personal — was a guy you probably never heard of: Evard “Kerfoot” Humphrey.
Evard was the driver of the No. 12 super-modified sprint car that ran every Friday night at State Fair Speedway during my youth in Oklahoma City.
Advertising banners cover the entire upper deck seating area down the first base line of the Bricktown Ballpark.
I was enjoying a summer evening at the Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark with a friend last year, savoring the crowd, the game and the park’s immaculate green pasture.
Then my eyes landed on the upper deck along the first baseline that extends out into right field. There were no seats or bleachers visible. Only advertising banners draped across each section.
Don’t get me wrong. Oklahoma City has a beautiful ballpark that has retained its attractiveness since it opened in April 1998. However, the tarps do nothing but detract from the ballpark’s charm.
The Bricktown Ballpark scoreboard shows the team’s new name at reveal event.
The Oklahoma City Baseball Club revealed its new name, “Comets,” in a ceremony Saturday evening at the Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark witnessed by at least a couple thousand enthusiastic fans.
I was among those who showed up for the Big Reveal, so I can attest to the collective cheer that went up when the “Comets” name and logo appeared on the scoreboard screen.
I was not expecting “Comets,” although I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe “Flycatchers,” which my friend Ed Godfrey had predicted as the future team name. Or the “Waving Wheats” or something that related to Oklahoma.
An aside: There’s is already a “Flycatchers” team in Oklahoma in the Pecos League team Blackwell Flycatchers. Yes, Blackwell.
The OKC club tried hard to make “Comets” make sense for OKC baseball fans by linking it to Commerce, OK, native and MLB Hall of Famer Mickey Mantle. If you are like me, over the age of 60 and a long-time baseball fan, you know that Mantle was known as the “Commerce Comet.”
But if you are, say, 30 years old and a casual baseball fan, you may not even know who Mickey Mantle is or that he was from Oklahoma or that he had the “Comet” nickname.
In its presentation that night at the ballpark, the team also pointed out that stadium is located on Mickey Mantle Drive.
I thought it was a pretty big reach to link the “Comet” name to Mantle, but not entirely out of order. The team also linked the “Comets” name to the number of astronauts who were native Oklahomans.
Now THAT is a reach.
Ed Godfrey attended the event with me, and he was pretty ambivalent to the “Comets.” If I remember correctly, he said “meh.”
But our mutual friend, Steve Buck, had a much stronger reaction. About two minutes after the “Comets” name reveal, Steve unloaded on the name in our group text.
“Comets!!!! Why? Help me understand please? I hate it”
Yes, but how do you really feel, Steve?
The reaction on social media was similar, with dozens of folks posting on Twitter (now X) their opposition to the new name.
However, they aren’t ALL negative. In fact, Whitley O’Connor, co-founder of the Curbside Chronicle, went so far as to declare it the “best name in OKC Baseball’s history.”
Whitley makes a good point.
Before we left the “Comets” name reveal event on Saturday night at the Ballpark, I ran into my friend Russ Florence, and his son, Luke. Russ was all in on the new name, so I told him about Steve’s instant reaction.
“He’ll love it by the end of next season,” Russ predicted.
Bottom line: I’m pretty sure the actual name of the team won’t lure more people to the ballpark next year or drive any away. (Full disclosure: Steve Buck and I are both partial season ticket holders; and the team name won’t influence our decisions to follow the team)
Those of us who attend Comets games will be there just to watch some good ball, as my old editor, the late Bob Colon, would say.
As Ed and I were walking out of the stadium afterward, Ed said the name really didn’t matter because the team would change it in three years, anyway (presumably for the boost in merchandise sales, for you cynics).
If that is true, then the “Comets” name is perfect, I replied. A comet appears in the sky one night, and a few nights later it has disappeared.
I was listening to a late-night sports talk radio show recently when the host began talking excitedly about ‘robo umps’ coming to Major League Baseball. He was totally opposed to the concept because, as he said, ‘it takes the human element’ out of the game.
