Anything Can Happen

It's the end of August, and the Stiletto City Plotzers are only 11 1/2 games behind in the run for the Wild Card. Anything Can Happen. There are only nine teams in front of them. All they have to do is win their next 33 games in a row and have all the other teams keep losing, even when these teams play each other, which is not mathematically possible, but in the worlds of religion and baseball Anything Can Happen.

Baseball is a lot like religion. Both believe in miracles. Both have big time corporate sponsorship. Neither can fathom unbelievers. Both have one great mantra: "You Gotta Believe!"

But baseball promises something religion cannot: Statistics. If you want, you can look up how many triples Joe Shlablotnik hit in 1943. You can't do that about Jesus, or Moses, or Allah, or Zoroaster, or Buddha. How many sandals did Jesus wear in the 0-1 season? No one knows. How many ground rule doubles were hit in Plotnik Park in 1911? Twelve. It's easy. Look it up.

All the Plotzers need is more pitching. Oh, if they could only channel back to the Golden Days, and call upon Sandy Plotznik, 'Big D' Plotzky, 'Three Finger' Plotz, Cy Plitzk and Fernando Plotzenzuela.

Anything Can Happen! You Gotta Believe! It ain't over 'til the Fat Lady Sings! (unless the Fat Lady is Aunt Bootie.)