[Anonymouse]

Baseball is an incredibly complex game, with masses of rules (well, it should be simple, but the rulebook - and it is a book, a thick one - changes that). To give you an idea, even the crew of DS9 had trouble with it.

They found a way to win by losing, though, and they lost in style!

SOLOK: I fail to see why you are celebrating. The Ferengi's bunt was an accident. And you still lost the game.
SISKO: You are absolutely right. And I couldn't be happier. Quark, a round of drinks for the house on my tab.
QUARK: I'm way ahead of you, Captain.
SOLOK: You are attempting to manufacture a triumph where none exists.
KASIDY: I'd say he succeeded.
BASHIR: To manufactured triumphs.
SISKO: Manufactured triumph. Hear, hear!
NINERS: Hear, hear!
SOLOK: This is a typical human reaction, based on emotionalism and illogic.
SISKO: Did I hear irritation in that voice?
SOLOK: Certainly not.
BASHIR: That sounded positively defensive to me.
O'BRIEN: With a hint of anger.
QUARK: And just a touch of jealousy.
KASIDY: And a lot of bitterness.
EZRI: Are you always this emotional?
SOLOK: I refuse to engage in this human game of taunting.
EZRI: Human? Did I forget to wear my spots today?
QUARK: All that intelligence and he still doesn't know what a human looks like.

- Deep Space 9, "Take Me Out To The Holosuite"