I'm not gonna lie to you.
I've been uncommonly busy, and other than that Jorge Soler homer I'm completely out of touch with what's going on with the Cubs.
I plan on catching up this weekend.
But this thing happened this week, and it'll continue to happen, and when it happened I realized it was kind of a reflection of you and me as we follow our favorite team to eventual glory.
I got a new can of shaving cream.
And I dropped it and the top cracked - the part with the squirty thing where you push down and the shaving cream comes out.
I threw the top away.
Underneath is a tiny little tube that leads into the metal "bottle" where the cream is.
It was like opening the hood of my car - oh THAT'S the thing that makes the car go.
And if you push down on the edge of the tube, you can force it into the bottle and get the shaving cream out.
The only thing is, you have to push really hard and straight down with your fingernail to make it happen - if you cover the hole of course nothing can come out.
So I did that.
And my fingernail ripped open resulting in sharp kick-in-the-shin-type agony and a scream that made the cat throw up.
But will I throw it away?
I mean, it still works.
Will I just toss out a perfectly good can of shaving cream and get a new one just because it makes me bleed when I try to use it?
Just because of a little pain that I'll experience each day?
I fear no pain.
I'll take your pain and run a mile and laugh while I'm doing it.
Pain is normal.
Pain is the sun coming up, or putting on pants.
I hold hands with pain.
If I'm salt, pain is pepper.
In 1969 I was watching a Cubs game on a Zenith black and white with my Grandpa when he screamed WHAT IN THE EVERLASTING HELL LEO DUROCHER YOU BUM and I inhaled that pain like an air-borne virus.
Pain doesn't even knock - it has the keys.
PAIN LIVES HERE.
YOU THINK I'M GONNA THROW THAT CAN OF SHAVING CREAM AWAY!?
NOT A CHANCE!
BRING IT ON
I feel a little better.
And uh, that's about all I'm good for today.
I'll catch up on the latest news and get back to you.