Take My Hand, Juan, and We're Halfway There

So who is this standing with Juan Marichal? Why, it looks like The Great Plotnik! It is! It's The Great Plotnik standing and talking with Juan Marichal!



Oh, Domin-Nik, really! Who is he? Only the leader of a rapidly growing Minor Western Religion. Oh, the other guy?

The greatest Giant pitcher who ever lived. Noe Valley Sal knocked on the door half an hour ago and told Plottie to put on his shoes and hurry up. They drove down to the local school where Jeremy Affeldt and Juan Marichal were making an appearance. Plot missed Jeremy but he talked to Juan. What did Plotnik say to Juan Marichal? He said "Gracias, patroncito! Que te vaya bien!" "OK, amigo, gracias," said Juan Marichal.

Plottie did not mention Juan Marichal breaking the bat over Johnny Roseboro's head some 50 years ago. It just didn't seem like the time.



Meanwhile, last night Plot and Duck saw the premiere of the new road company version of West Side Story, and it's fabulous. What music. What dancing. What singing (most of it). What SONGS! You probably should not be writing a musical and go to see this one, because you'll want to eat your pencil and trade in your piano on a baseball bat to knock yourself over the head.

Plot took a few pictures last night -- no Giants souvenirs at the West Side Story gizmo counter but one woman wearing a Giants scarf and a few others in orange. They did announce that the Giants had won, to the dismay of all the people DVRing the game.



You can read the SF Theater Blog review of West Side Story here.