Oh man, I feel sorry for you guys. I am going to try to get Drew to join me in a rural Indiana nostalgia-fest. He's from Brownsburg, just a few miles west of Indy; I was born and raised in Columbus, about 40 miles south of there.
Sample question: Ritter's Frozen Custard: best thing ever, or better than the best thing ever?
Sample follow-up: Why on earth did the Brownsburg Ritter's close? You clearly didn't eat there enough. Gosh.
EDIT: Actually in all seriousness the Indiana thing is important to my career as a baseball fan. Drew will bear this out - we just don't have a team to root for. The Columbus newspaper printed Reds box scores, but I didn't want to be a Reds fan (even as an 11-year-old I knew about Marge Schott!). Up in Indy they did some reporting on the White Sox. The Indianapolis Indians have a really nice ballpark, but it's hard to really root for them ... the only major leaguer I saw play for the Indians was Jason LaRue. So I was a guy without a team. Spent a couple years cheering for the Athletics, because they won the World Series the year I was born; spent a couple years rooting for the Indians and White Sox. In 2005 I chose the Washington Nationals because they represented a fresh start, a team I could cheer for and not need a reason to.
So I guess the question for Drew that comes out of this might be who all he cheered for as a kid. Was it hard to pick a team? Would it have been easy to get used to the idea of playing for whoever drafted him?
Actually I'm interested in how players grow to love (or not) the teams that draft them. Say I were good at baseball and got drafted by the Pirates or Yankees or something. Is it easy or somewhat time-consuming to adjust to knowing who "your team" is when it's a team you may not have previously liked?
I don't think this is a problem for Drew, but I do think it's interesting.