You guys, we know why the Tigers lost last night. There was nary a head sock to be found. I’m telling you, therein lies the key. Forget about resin or dirt or pine tar or chocolate cake or whatever the hell, the power rests in the head sock.
Personally, I think Placido needs to bust out the one on the right, with just the eye holes and make himself look like The Fly. Who doesn’t want to see that?
Get on it, boys. It’s best not to mess around with this kind of mojo.