Tout-Oakland turned out at the Paramount Theater last night for the premiere of Moneyball. Or at least à demi Oakland. I was there too and pegged the audience as part local, part Hollywood.

Donations from Listeners Like You did not pay for my ticket; I scored a seat from one of the film's producers, the sister of a childhood friend. Others I talked to enjoyed similar degrees-of-separation status: "I'm here because my daughter and Michael Lewis' daughter go to school together," one guy told me, citing the author of the movie's source material.