Nuts!

This is me. At least as it relates to Johan Santana.

Ok, ok, I admit that, generally speaking, I'm a bit nuts. But I'm going over the top reading the rumors about Johan. I'm beginning to worry about myself. I can't help it.

The crazy thing is: I don't even have a strong opinion one way or another about the outcome. Of course, I would love it if the Twins would sign him for another 10 years, and he could retire a Twin. But I know that's unreasonable, so I want the best deal the Twins can get. And if he stays another season, and then goes in free agency, I'll at least be glad I have the chance to appreciate him one more year. I'm surprisingly willing to accept any outcome.

But I can't stop thinking about it. I just spent three days in a training class, and every time the instructor would help that one student who caught on slower than the rest of us, I would check out LaVelle's blog to see if anything was new. I was just this side of obsessed.

And why? I can't do anything about it, so why worry? I'm completely calm about driving 3 1/2 hours in the snow to get home (what should have been a 45 minute drive), but I fret about Johan.

Which proves it's the not knowing that I can't stand. But I sincerely hope that Mr. Smith does not feel the same way. He can't do something just to do something -- just to get it over with. Of course, he's smart enough to know that -- he doesn't need me to tell him that.

So all I can do is wait and try not to get too nuts. I guess if life makes you nuts, make peanut butter?