Grew up around the corner from Graceland in an area of Memphis that was then known as--<ahem>--Whitehaven (even my Georgia and Alabama friends were stunned that a town could get away with naming itself that).
We had family connections to The King* in part due to his dad's living at the end of the block. I used to see Elvis and his posse (The Memphis Mafia) riding their bikes around the neighborhood from time to time; you could hear them coming for a half-mile. Elvis was always on the lead bike. As they drove by, they looked like a white-caped version of Marlon Brando and Lee Marvin in The Wild One.
Anyway, here's hoping the outfield fans at TBAA get to play "Return to Sender" with a boatload of Houston homeruns.
*no, not Jerry Lawler