Confidence.
Remember that stuff?
Like in 6th grade when you pull yourself away from the M&Ms table and, with everybody watching, walk all the way across the dance floor right up to gorgeous (insert name here) and say, "shall we?"
Like that one time I beat Scott Johnson in a game of pool at Jake's Pub - whoever I played next didn't have a chance.
Like Paul Newman in COOL HAND LUKE: "I can eat fifty eggs."
BOOYA!
Confidence.
That's what happened to our Rich Harden last night.
He stepped up on that mound and started throwing like, well like Rich Harden.
Which was good because other than D Lee and Ryan Theriot, the Cub bats were acting like wall flowers until DC crumbled late in the game.
Milton Bradley?
Maybe a little misguided with the pre-All-Star break declaration of confidence.
What did he say - something like he was all the way back and would start hitting again?
Confidence is a good thing, but it's also good to back it up.
Ask Joe Namath.
Anyway, the Cubs take an important step forward on day one of the second half and beat the Nats 6-2.
Harden shakes off the last couple awful starts and hopefully, most importantly, keeps it going next time out.
Go Cubs.
Okay.
The beating Scott at pool thing?
Maybe that's not entirely true.
But I almost did one time.
Pretty sure.
