Jesus strucketh downeth... by Rochester or God?

Last night, a pitcher for the Rochester Redwings, soon to be known as the Rochester Eternally Deadwings, threw a pitch that hitteth Jesus Montero on the wristeth.

Jesus lefteth the game. He can heal Scranton's batting woes, but he cannot instantly healeth himselfeth.

Make no mistake. This might be God's doing. God scuttled the Cliff Lee trade by spraining David Adams' ankle, causing the Mariners to question their faith, back out of the deal and flee like frightened barn swallows toward the sanctuary of the Texas Rangers.

Now, with the trade deadline looming, and every team in baseball with an overpriced, sore-armed tub of trouble in their rotation looking to ensnare the Yankees in a savior-lifting deal... Jesus is stricken down, like lightning from above. He might be out a game. He might be out a week. 

Will this injury ensure that he remains a Yankee? God only knows.