In times of doom and gloom, nature sends a signal.
The family of rare, black swans gathers and asks for a player. Demands a player.
It always means an injury, usually serious.
For sure, for a brief period, the symptoms may be masked. Doctors will talk of, " inflammation " or " no apparent structural damage." Another course of rest is prescribed for the ailing limb.
The DL time clock ticks on.
Encouraging tidbits filter back; " he took five swings with no discomfort. We'll see if the stiffness returns in the morning. If not, we'll move him straight to the T-ball function."
But the swans are here.
They know.
Don't we know as well?
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