Maybe they were wrong on the X-Files. Maybe the truth isn't out there.
You never know what the next headline will read. Unnamed sources, wild speculation, love, loathing, mysterious plane flights, Elvis sightings, and Brad Childress routinely arriving for work on time are all tossed in a blender, tweeted, blogged, and broadcast continually and instantaneously, as if we have nothing better to do.
The mighty prophet of baseball, Yogi Berra, was right: It ain't over until it's over.
What's the ordinary man named Sage or Tarvaris to do?
Yes, as much as the media likes to caricature the cool demeanor of the Viking's head coach, it might be better for your health if you just go about life in a laid back manner. Things have a way of working themselves out.
Some players will show up at Mankato and a team will be formed for 2009. Eventually, either Al or Norm or somebody else will show up in the U. S. Senate to represent you, or at least claim to do so.
Do I expect this calm to prevail? Frankly, no. Minnesotans and a cast of millions will get all cranked up. Mankato will be as calm as it was in the early days of statehood, when Minnesotan's held the country's record-setting mass hanging there, and even President Lincoln didn't know what to do about it.
Sure, there's a recession going on now, and we're all upset. This too shall pass.
Put on that old Bobby McFerrin song if you can find it, but whatever you do please relax. Try watching Lost on TV, where you'll see that even being killed doesn't stop people from appearing again in the next exciting episode.
See? I didn't even mention his name once.
Now just take a deep breath and exhale.