There were so many scouts behind the backstop at Coors Field on Sunday afternoon that you could have built a campfire and made smores.

Oh, wrong kind of scouts.

These were baseball scouts, you know, the kind with straw hats, stop watches, radar guns, and questionable wardrobes. All the relevant chapters were present: Texas, Pittsburgh, Detroit, Miami, San Francisco, the Dodgers and Angels. There were more than that, in fact.