What sort of ritual would you perform when (and it's amazing that this still happens after hundreds of years of pro baseball) something happens on the field that no one's ever seen before?
Watch for clues in how the sunflower seed shells lie on the ground after being spit out. It's eerily similar to reading tea cups (Hint: Run on contact)
Sounds reasonable to me. When we had a football pool at work I chose my teams according to colors and other significant attributes. I won as often as the guys who examined the players and coaches and stats.
The research team pulls an all-nighter, compiling the hunches and interpreting the signs in time for mapping out a strategic plan for that day's game, until it suddenly dawns upon the youngest intern, Johnnie: "wait, how many games are in a season?!?"
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