The Sisterhood of the Traveling Jersey is a Gaslamp Ball community project that will chronicle the 2012 Padres season through the lives of their greatest fans and an old jersey.

Yesterday the #SotTJ arrived without incident at [redacted] [redacted], California [redacted].

With a mounting surplus of patches and the faint smell of patchouli what better journey for Dave Staton's #31 than a three day excursion to the hippie haven of San Francisco? That's right. The #SotTJ is going directly into the heart of enemy territory for a three game set against the San Francisco Giants.

Now I've seen the jersey before. Touched it. Caressed it. Smelled it. Caressed it again. I got to know it, if you will. I know there to be a latent magic intertwined with the old fibers of 1994 that must have chafed our patron saint brutally while he worked out in an arid land called Yuma.

Yuma is where I first came in to contact with the #SotTJ. Yuma is where I met Nater Tater. It is where I, along with Ducksnorts, snapped a photograph of SDPads1 engorging himself with a Yuma delicacy; rhubarb waffles. It is Yuma that constitutes this jersey's essence. And what of my essence?

The name Yuma is derived from the American Indian, meaning Son of the Chief. As an individual often referred to as The Avenger In Chief I must propose the following question, "Is this a mere coincidence?"

Nay, there are no coincidences here. As such I'm left with no choice but to revisit that same phrase we've heard in every post about Dave Staton's #31: It's Magical.

The adventures of the #SotTJ must be organic. At least that's the conclusion SDPads1 and I came to on our excursion to Spring Training. It's wise to plan a few memorable moments for the Jersey but outside of those, initial inklings, the wearing of the jersey must be an adventure that unfolds on its own. But there is no reason others cannot be involved in the odyssey.

I come before you today asking for a courtesy.

As a stranger in a strange land, for three whole days, I will be served a heaping dose of abuse from those miserable *&%$^ from the Bay. The process of interacting with these folk will require some assistance.

I mean, what do I say to a fan-base who stole a championship from beneath our noses in 2010? Well, I could probably think of a few things to say but I desire your intimate involvement. The springboard you provide me with could lead to an unbelievable twist or turn reminiscent of the Choose Your Own Adventure books I was so fond of as young and spirited AIChief.

Could you provide me with creative epithets for the Giants fans I engage with this weekend? Throw 'em down Big Wo/Man!

Confusing non sequiturs? Throw 'em down!

Eternal questions about Giants fan-hood? You know my response.

Along with the magical Sisterhood of the Traveling Jersey allow us to act as your agents for questionably ethical but highly entertaining adventure. Your phrase / non sequitur / question could be the one that sends the #SotTJ into uncharted waters . . .