This post has received the National Sarcasm Society seal of approval.  No baseball players were injured (or kidnapped/replaced with a doppelganger) in this episode.

Whispers have been overheard in the visitors' dugout at Angels' Stadium in Anaheim the past couple of days that are very intriguing to this writer (the names of the whisperers shall be kept to myself and the "fly on the wall" that heard them, in order to protect the potentially guilty.......well, maybe).

"Look," said whisperer number one to the player sitting to his right, "we're  in Anaheim, and he's here with us (referring to a certain pitcher currently on the disabled list).  I think we should give it a try--we'd probably get away with it..."

"I dunno," replied his audience, "He's a pretty big guy, and he might put up a fight."

"Yeah," chimed in the player to his left, "He's bigger than me, and I know for a fact that he's got a pretty bad temper when he's upset about something.  Besides, how are we going to pull the switch without them (tips head toward Angels' dugout) figuring it out in a great big hurry?"

"We hire the sneakiest person that I know to pull the job.  His name is Shooter B, and he is wanting to try out for the fifth slot in the rotation. I say we tell him that he can have the try out if he pulls this off with no one being the wiser.  Then we make sure that he does it during the dark of night, though it will have to be Tuesday night, because the other one is scheduled to pitch for them on Wednesday night against King Felix.

"He can sneak into his room at home, and have an accomplice sneak into the other's one room at his house.  They can put great big burlap bags over their head and tie their arms down to their waists so they can't get the bags off.  Then we'll have that really good hypnotist we saw not too long ago convince the younger one that he is the older one, and vice versa.  Then, the last thing we do, after they're hypnotized is to transplant them to the other one's house."

"Then, when it's time to come to the ballpark for Wednesday's game, they will naturally go to the opposite team's clubhouse and get ready for the game.  We make sure that the post-hypnotic suggestion is refreshed every day and, voila!,  instead of an 0-6 pitcher with a double digit ERA, we have one that is 4-3 and with a sub-4.00 ERA.  The Angels start losing and we start winning.  It's a win-win situation."

"OK," replied the two compatriots, "give that Shooter guy a call, it's sure worth a try........."

Now, my friends, if Shooter is successful, which of these two will you see on the mound in an Angels' uni on Wednesday night?

This one?

Or THIS one?

I know which one I wish it would be, but only Shooter will know for sure.