Well, if you had x-ray vision, you'd probably see those boxers on new Cubs owner Tom Ricketts.
Actually, Tom's the chairman of the board that includes his sister Laura and brothers Pete and Todd - a kind of College of Owners - and yesterday they spoke in that role for the first time.
Here's a word I don't often use to describe my feelings towards the owners of anything: I'm enchanted.
I'm sure you read everything they said yesterday. The part about getting "sucked in" to Cub fan-hood and there's "no getting out", the part about no hidden agendas and not a lot of moving parts, that simply winning is the #1 goal, the part about their obvious love for Wrigley field, and lastly that part about winning the wuh..wuu..worrrl..wrrrsssssssrrrreeeeeeeeeesss.
That last part's always been hard to say out loud.
But you get the feeling that these Ricketts guys (Laura, I always call everybody "guys"), they've had the same feelings of heart-attacking, brain-pulping, hope-crushing anguish that you and I have had for ohhhh, ever.
And while you and I can wear "Cards Suck" t-shirts or blame the goat, these guys can actually do something about it.
Remember last year? The Halloween post was all about the horror of Sam Zell.
How awesome is this year?