FEVER

Yes, I'm going crazy. "Guarded optimism" are the words I'm choosing to use, but inside I'm a mess. I can't stop thinking about them, can't stop worrying, can't stop imagining/hoping/dreaming. It's going to be a long night. It's going to be a long week. I hope it's going to be a long month. I've read every article, visited every blog, analyzed every match up, scrutinized every stat. No calls, no parties, no get-togethers, no distractions. It's time to play ball. Indeed, it's time.

Go Cubs!

This is what I want to see: