The jinx gods began watching "the thing" and began weaving their mysterious doings upon it; they were able to make all those losing to truly

    believe everything was lost and those winning to feel totally sure it was indeed over and to compulsively pack their tree limbs in large canvas

      bags ... the final out to be, "they" made hit a three bagger - after blowing his foul ball out of a large deformed hand and - made the next

   club-mortal trot down the first bag line giggling as he pointed at the mound-mortal whose control was made to vanish, allowing his four vehement

  throws to become "baws" and then convinced the full-of-tics mortal standing on his hill to groove one which was quickly hoisted over the scoreboard

                                                     for a pentagon-run ....

  Some of the other gods felt heaps of pity and some compassion for the mound-mortal who was standing with his head drooped thinking back to the

                       batter on whom he had two strikes on before allowing him to hit a non-waste pitch for the triple.

      Out from the cave came a chubby mortal with a gut that manifested the effects of a million bottles of beer - who began yelling at the blue

  uniformed mortal that one day all of them would be replaced by machines - and then he finally reached the hill and took the white thing away from

                                the mound-mortal and sent him away; not allowing him to play anymore.

    Pegasus was losing heavily on the contest of guessing whether the white pellet was going to be a "steek" or a "baw"; not realizing Ares was

                   playing with the shouterouter's mind - making him forget where the strike zone was on every other pitch.

    Pegasus suspected finally something was going "Sicilian" when Ares shouted why all the screaming watchers were not attacking the judge - like

                                                    most mortals did in war.

    At this very point was when Pegasus talked Zeus's brother Poseiden into flooding the field with water so washing all bets away to the ocean.

   This was done but Zeus became so incensed that he began to bite the back of his hand to little purple indentations which resembled spike marks

                                                         on a ground.

               Nike screamed she had won fair and square and refused to give back her winnings and left for another mountain.

 

                  The uniformed mortals were all ready picking up their gear and shaking their heads in bewilderment for even the lights had died.

                           Feeling pity for them, Artemis produced a full moon to brighten patches of darkness.

                                             "We shall do this again!" Zeus declared.

  "Yes! Yes! Again and again and again-" Athena said but before she could go on for another twenty minutes, Zeus placed his hand over her mouth

                                                 - making all the jinx gods laugh.

   All the Greek gods agreed with the great Thunderbolt as they sat with clenched fists trying to think of more ways to make this crazy thing even

   more interesting and even more unpredictable as the jinx gods winked at one another and nodded vehemently behind the Greek gods' backs ....

 

                                                                            END

 
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