Immediately after work on Tuesday I drove two hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic up I-5 to John Thurman Field in Modesto. I was sweating even as the AC blasted at unsafe levels. I was attending my first Modesto Nuts game, my first minor league game, and I was doing it as a credentialed member of the media. I’ve never been credentialed at anything in my life, probably for good reason. My girlfriend brought her camera and had signed on to take photos. Like this one.