The Bobblehead Rides Into Town on a Dreadlocked Horse

Plotnik has not been 100% honest with his faithful flock. Although he knew he had caused the Plotzers to play terribly this past week, with his careless posting of September 24, he adopted an attitude of What? Me Worry? In public, that is. In private, his noodles were boiling in a salt-free pot of distress.

So last night he just decided: phooey with this. It's time to take action. So he brought out his Manny Ramirez Bobblehead Doll and stuck it under the TV. When Manny came to bat, Plotnik rotated the bobblehead so it could watch Manny bat, and Plot even made sure its bobblehead was actualy bobbling during the at-bat.

It turns out that one tap on the helmet is good for a bobble of exactly one pitch. so you have to keep tapping his helmet to keep him bobbling.

Tap.
"Strike ONE!"
Tap.
"Strike TWO!"
Tap.
Foul ball.
Tap.
Pitcher steps off the mound.
Tap.
Batter spits tobacco.
Tap.
Idiot runs out on the field.
Tap.
"Strike THREE!" Grab some pine, meat!

Then, when Manny wasn't at bat, Plotnik reversed the Manny Ramirez Bobblehead Doll Slash Shrine, and let nature take its course.



Wheewwww. Now that the Plotzers have won 5-0, to take the Western Division Championship, Plot has to decide what to do with the Manny Ramirez Bobblehead Doll. Ducknik will see it sooner or later and Plotnik will receive a lot of abuse for it. A modern woman to the core, The Great Ducknik never understands, for example, why Plotnik has to toss salt over his shoulder and spit whenever someone tips over the salt shaker. It's a Russian thing. She wouldn't understand.

Perhaps you fellow Plotnikian Plotzer Fans can advise on this issue. Not the salt, the bobblehead.