Baseball and Taco Sauce

September 11, 2006, is done, thank God. The country has mourned or whatever it did by mounting a solid week of jingoistic hand wringing, and now we can turn to the important stuff. Baseball.

OK, OK. Plotnik will say a few more things on the subject. His Israeli friend Yossi called Plot on the phone last week to tell him the Hebrew newspapers in L.A. (which print stuff our papers won't, see) had it as an undismissable fact that the Iranians were planning to mount a huge attack this year on 9/11. Maybe on Israel, maybe on Europe, maybe on the U.S. Yossi was completely convinced it was going to happen. Sounds crazy? Yes, sounds crazy.

How about not allowing liquid taco sauce from an airport Mexican food stand to be taken on the plane unless you first take it out of its container and spread it on the taco? Sounds crazy? Yes, sounds crazy.

The sad truth is that we probably can't stop al-Queda by taking off our shoes at the airport. They're way too smart for that. But we probably can stop the lunatic copycats who aren't even in it for the virgins. They just want to get their name in the paper. They can be really dangerous too. This is the way the world is. So, live with it. Right?

Anyway, enough of that. It's September 12. Baseball is what counts now.

The Great Plotnik looked at his entry for September 6, 2005, which was titled 'The Fat Lady Sings.' The entry wasn't all that different than September 8, 2006, when Plot blew up the shri...well, the, you know, that thing, with the 1/2" tall can of beer. In both cases Plottie had given up on his team.

This year, at least, if The Fat lady sings, she'll have to start a little bit later.

It's the best time of year, even if your team loses in the end, which it almost always does. Plot will be watching five different teams on the computer, probably watching the Braindeads and even the Smokeland Smokes on TV, then, based on those results, going to sleep either sad or happy, then waking up wondering how his team will do the next day.

Oh, yah, it's idiotic and counterproductive, yah. But it's not a waste of time. Not when you've been doing the same thing since your guys were in Brooklyn and the other guys were in the Polo Grounds, and if you don't know what that means you don't get a say here.

Taco sauce on airplanes. That's a waste of time. But, hey.