Baseball is already one of the most American things I can think of. Independent baseball is somehow even more American, with its mix of hustling younger players trying to catch the eye of a big league club and former big league veterans for whom things have gone a little bit south. Add in hot dogs slathered in crab, a kiddie pool, a beer garden, a hand-operated scoreboard, and more corporate sponsorship than even the most dedicated shill could possible handle, all in a stadium named after a furniture store, and its basically the most American thing I could think of. Having already visited the Major Leagues and affiliated ball, I…