 Aaron isn't really that old, and he, like many of the guys, is sporting an era-appropriate mustache, goatee kind of a thing that puts him right into the 1880s. He works for a power company in Northern California. He drives home six hours every weekend each way to see his family and to play in this league. When we're on the field, we call each other by nicknames. It's not our original name. And you go by King Rat. King Rat, yeah.