Originally Posted by XRedsfan07
Of course they will. All the nay sayers will become the guys saying "I told you signing Randa/Milton/Aurilia/etc. would pay off"
That doesn't happen on this board.
That's how sports goes. You've the eternal optamists, the eternal pesamists, and the fair weather fan.
A mother who couldn't handle her twin toddlers brought them into the local psychiatrist for help with their behavior.
The doctor asked the mother what the problem was...
said the young lady, "It seems I have two completely opposite issues. Bobby is full of fear and always thinks the worst thing possible will happen to him. He's impossible to cheer up and cries constantly."
the Doctor replied, "...so what seems to be the issue with the other child?"
"That's the thing!"
exclaimed the exasperated mother, "Johnny is just the opposite. He's so happy and bright that he doesn't think anything will EVER go wrong. He's not scared of anything and I fear that he'll harm himself if he's not careful."
"That is quite a unique problem, young lady."
the Doctor replied, "However, I think I have JUST the thing to cure each of them."
First, the doctor took Bobby, the pessimistic child, into a room completely filled with toys.
"With this many toys around, your child will be forced to play and play and in two days time will be completely cured. He'll be as happy and as playful as a little boy should."
explained the Doctor.
"And what will you do to help my overly-optimistic son, Johnny?"
the mother inquired.
"Well, this may seem extreme, but we find that in cases like this facing the worst possible is most conducive to curing the mental affliction. Therefore, we will be placing Johnny in a room filled with heaping piles of horse manure and there he will stay for the next 48 hours."
the Doctor explained.
After 48 hours, the Doctor escored the anxious young mother to the room full of toys so that they may see how the pessimistic little Bobby was progressing.
Upon opening the door, both onlookers were taken aback as Bobby was crying and huddled in the corner of his room where he'd carved out a small niche among the toys.
"Bobby! What's the matter???"
asked the confused mother.
whimpered the small boy, "I tried to think nice thoughts like the doctor tod me too, but I know we don't have much money. If I'd have touched any of the toys and broken them, we'da hafta pay for them and then you, daddy, Johnny and I wouldn't have a place to live!!!"
Horrified, the mother ran to the adjacent room where her overly optimistic son was trapped in the middle of hundreds of pounds of horse manure.
"Johnny!!! JOHNNY!!! Are you all right!?!?"
yelled the mother.
replied little Johnny while laughing and throwing fistfulls of horse manure in the air, "THIS IS THE BEST EVER!!!!!!! Thank you SO much for bringing me here!!!"
the mother muttered with her head in her hands, "Johnny...do you know what all the stuff in this room is?"
exclaimed the excited little boy, "It's HORSE POOP!!! And with this much horse poop, it's only a matter of time before I find the PONY!!!!!!!!"
The moral of this story?
When facing nothing but horse manure, the expectation of finding a pony isn't "optimism". It's insanity.
But then hey, you probably figure I'm the one thinking that all the toys are going to break should I touch them. That's not reality either.
While we're busy labeling and neatly categorizing fan types, does the word "realist" work into your equation too? Or is that a pony you don't think exists?