To people on the West Coast of North America, the Pacific Coast League was their "major leagues"... but better. It was as if they had their own personal version of that "highest level of the game", that was less "stuffy" and more intimate then it was in the actual MLB. The ballparks were smaller and closer to the field and the players were more likely to come share your experience and sign an autograph with you after the game (luckily there were no selfies) ... and perhaps even accept a complimentary round or two at the local pub after a good day at the plate. To the people of Hollywood, Los Angeles, San Francisco and Oakland, San Diego, Sacramento, Salt Lake City, Seattle, Portland and Vancouver… they were the lucky ones. Because the Major Leagues ignored the incredible potential of the West Coast media markets for so long... the PCL was able to morph into this unique community "version" of a "major league". The fans and the teams were able to develop a symbiotic relationship, that allowed both the game and its players to become that much more appreciated and even cherished. For those actual players on the field, being in the PCL was such a wonderful experience that many of the best hitters and pitchers turned down their chances to become actual "Major Leaguers"… opting instead to remain local heroes to their beloved Pacific Coast franchises and avid fan bases, rather than be a bench man on some Major League team's 25 man roster.