James Loney and Sourdough Sally

Plotnik took a bite out of the bratwurst yesterday, but he needs to take yet another one this evening. His cousin John, who lives in Moline, Illinois, and who, like John The King, is a lifelong Cubs fan, which is to say they both talk about their team like this:

"They're gonna blow it. They're gonna trip on their own shoelaces and break their butts. They can't hit. They can't field. They stink. I love 'em."

...has made a small wager with Plot, which involves bratwurst. We'll see what happens. Act One got a great review.

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Okay, reason prevailed. Plotnik had posted a photo of his friend Sourdough Sally in this spot. But he decided the likeness was too much like the Governor of Alaska, so he removed it, in the spirit of cross-aisle cooperation. Perhaps it was the scar, or the snot dripping from her nose, or the blackened front tooth, or the mustache. Why DOES that woman make him feel like an angry fourth grader?

OK, here's a cropped version of his friend. There really is no resemblance, right?