I heard the dry air was brutal for a knuckleball. People told me that I was going to have trouble making the ball move.

I'm sure I'm putting a lot of pressure on myself.

I haven't been told anything yet. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

It's humid there, so I can pretty much make the ball do what I want.

The metaphor is so obvious. Easter Island, isolated in the Pacific Ocean — once the island got into trouble, there was no way they could get free. There was no other people from whom they could get help. In the same way that we on Planet Earth, if we ruin our own (world) we won't be able to get help.

We wanted a variety. We have people from other states.