Ivan has the news, and the news is awful. Ok, the team just passed out a release, too. Gilbert gets surgery, will be out 2-3 months. He's having the surgery today at Sibley, which is where my daughter was born. Torn left lateral meniscus. The world ends, again. How many times can the world end in one day?
"It's unfortunate that this injury occurred," Ernie Grunfeld says in the release, which is one way to put it.
Caron Butler: "You start feeling good about yourself, and then everything goes wrong. I'm telling you, we don't need a weight room, we need a preacher."
That's another way to put it.
You wouldn't believe how many smiles we've seen here at practice, though. Seriously. Everyone who walks by is smiling. Maybe they figure there's no way things can get worse. If only. At least I got a chance to share my theory with Caron; that everything started going downhill once Jang-a-Lang was released.
In the meantime, there is good news in the world, and it comes via an e-mail which I will choose to make anonymous to protect the guilty. A D.C. United fan sends the following message, about an Andre the Giant-inspired campaign. You know all those Andre the Giant posters, like the one that was in my baby's room, before my baby arrived? Check this out.
At some point in the not-so-distant future (2-4 weeks), a box of 2,000 little Christian Gomez Tiene un Posse stickers ( 4.25" x 2.75") will be arriving at my desk. From here, they will be disseminated throughout the known universe. I'll be sure to send a stack your way (as long as you promise to try to stick a few up in and around the RFK press box).
Finally. I mean, finally. Good news. Thanks, DCU fans.