I was in my office working like 10 dogs when Olson came in.
"Did you hear about LIlly?", he asks?
I go, "No."
He says, "Shoulder surgery."
I look up from my computer and wonder if I'm gonna need to throw up.
"They say it's all good." he says. Then adds: "But that's what they said about Prior."
All my nerve endings go off the charts and I become irrational, partly insane.
Danger Will Robinson, my breath has grown hair.
Of course that's what they said about Prior, of course they're gonna say that about Terrible Ted. What do you think they're gonna say? Why do we immediately go to the worst possible scenario every freaking time we hear something like this?
Well, it's in our DNA.
No Cub fan reading this blog is old enough not to have had this particular type of Worry DNA magically and horrifically transported into their body. It comes with the territory. It comes with your Cub hat and your "Left Field Sucks" t-shirt. It's reinforced every time you hear the replay of Ron Santo howl when Brant Brown dropped that fly. Or when you see a black cat or go have a doublacheez at the Billygoat.
I sometimes think we choose to revel in it. Because we have no choice.
Today you read that Reed Johnson and Rich Harden filed for free agency.
Okay so they're both gone, right?
Well, hang on a minute.
I'm not gonna just fall for it. I'm recognizing it for what it is: my own hysterical worry gene.
And I'm here to tell you Terrible Ted will be fine. Probably this surgery makes him stronger and his Cub career goes longer.
That actually feels better.
ps: Think I told you it's really really busy, and will continue to be thru the rest of the year. But be patient. I'm not going anywhere.