Carlos, Carlos, Carlos.
Z, when you are good, you are really good. But when you are bad, well...
When you are bad, you make Cubs fans weep.
You are an animated, passionate, talented man. We love your passion. We love your talent. Even though sometimes that passion makes you look like a hothead, we defend you. Even though sometimes your talent appears a little (I'll be generous here) streaky, we defend you.
You took our $90 million. And make no mistake--it's our $90 million. Every single Cubs fan that has bought a ticket to a game has contributed to your paycheck. Every beer, every hot dog, every kernel of popcorn purchased within those Friendly Confines has contributed to your paycheck.
And we keep coming back. Despite the losses, despite the streaky performances, those seats in Wrigley are always filled. I've frozen my kiester off at Wrigley in April to watch you. I've sweated my kiester off at Wrigley in August to watch you. And I have never--never--been alone in those stands. I've always been joined by around 40,000 of my closest friends.
You took our $90 million. And even though it took longer than it should have to get you your money, you got it. Remember that next time you are playing in Miami to an empty stadium, because if you were playing for the Marlins, you probably wouldn't be getting a $90 million paycheck.
You took our $90 million. When you implode in the middle of a tight pennant race, a race where every win and loss counts, you should take our feedback too.