Rites of Patches

I got nothing. I just need to host this picture so I can use it for my Fantasy Baseball Team. It’s sort of the perfect joke. It has history, baseball, and car-driving cats. It’s basically the greatest picture ever created. Years down the road, people will marvel at my artistry. They’ll say, “Patches…Now there’s an artist. If I shat on the Sistine Chapel, or put my wiener in David’s hand, then these works would be half as excellent as “Bull Moose Partay.” You can tell it’s a partay because of the disco ball and glowing necklaces. I’m available, ladies!