Eddie Pensier writes:

You wouldn’t know, by looking at us in our sunglasses, our somber dark suits, and carrying our concealed pistols and compact machine guns–meant to rapidly and coarsely dismantle the flesh of anyone threatening the life of the president–that we were sitting in the privileged sanctum of the White House planning a clandestine baseball game. We weren’t supposed to be planning one. Agent-In-Charge Doltmeer was opposed to it, but that only meant we wouldn’t let him play.
Without explanation, which frequently was how our lives progressed, someone put this flyer on the bulletin board at work:

First Annual Baseball Game
between
the CIA and the Secret Service
Date: July 14
Time: Classified
Place: Classified

It was decided by senior members of the Service and the CIA that the rivalry between the two agencies could be furthered and settled in an annual baseball game.
It has been agreed that the game should be played covertly. The game will be played at night, without lights, to avoid letting the opposing team know where the game is.
Clues will be provided, to allow team members to locate the playing field and the game time. If only one team shows up, it wins. The winning team will be given a spookball trophy.
Sign up now, if you can find the sign-up sheet.

–opening paragraphs of Night of the Avenging Blowfish, by John Welter