-Wake up

-Shake last remnants of night terrors out of head

-Turn on Sportscenter

-See Josh Elliot’s face, scream brief tirade of horrific profanity at television

-Record outburst in “Outburst Journal” for rage-therapy

-Head to kitchen, glare suspiciously at mascot on generic Cheerios box because he looks like character I once doodled in college

-Open internet, read latest story on the destruction of Chase Utley, and by proxy, the Philadelphia Phillies

-Realize sliding glass door was left open the night before and living room now flooded with rain water/stray cats

-Leave house, assuming all problems will be fixed by the time I return in several hours (more…)

“I don’t know who that is!” yells you, turning grumpily back to your giant Sunday edition comics page.  “I have more important things to do than sit here and listen to your extended diatribe!  And this particular ‘Ziggy’ looks massively disturbing, so leave me alone!”

Well, before I list you all the reasons why Gene being dead is a big deal, let me shine some light on why it was so great that Ferguson Jenkins was alive.

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