Tweaking the Shrine

If you don't understand baseball you won't get this. Before The Great Plotnik went on vacation to the East, he tweaked the shrine. The Plotzer cap was moved to one side, Pedro Guerrero was added to balance out Fernando, a sacred photo of PD and BZWZ as small children was placed to the rear and a sheet of Plotzer decals was laid in the supplication spot in front. At the last minute, Plot put in the final touch: a tiny can of Duff Beer on top of the decals.

It worked well for close to two weeks, but the magic appears to have been dissipated. More tweaking may (or may not) be planned. This is v-e-r-y v-e-r-y delicate stuff.

(Actually, Plotnik knows perfectly well that the shrine's power was severely moderated by a comment he made while in Maine. Stupidly, idiotically, brain-crampedly he stated OUT LOUD that the Plotzers and Piffles would battle it out for First while the Braindead Caribbeans would fight for the Wild Card. DUMB!)

(We are Sorry, Oh Ye Guardians of Mojo! We are Most Unworthy! Oh please forgive us our trespasses and grant us once more ye 10 runs a game! Place line drives into our gloves while in the field. May squirts off the end of our bats find miraculous holes in the infield.)

(We understand this is only a game and that there are real problems out there beyond the stadium walls that need more seriously divine attention. Still.)

Barry Bonds has awakened as we feared he would. This is not good news, not good news at all.