So I have just been reminded by my better half of the litany of times I have been wrong this week (directions, son’s school schedule, and what is wrong with washer unit). And while I will not speak of these matters again in public, I offer you’all the quadrafectra of being wrong.
There’s an Ethiopian folk tale where a rich guy bets his servant that if he can last a night naked without fire on a mountain top he would free him and give him land to farm. The servant’s friend builds a fire on a distant peak that is visible to the servant for him to focus on and meditate through the night. The servant does it, but the rich guy claims that the distant fire which could barely be seen and provided no warmth or protection violated the rules and cancels the bet. The servant’s friend then throws a feast inviting all the important people in the region, including the rich guy. At the feast, the guests are seated and can smell amazing cooking scents wafting in from the kitchen, but the food is never served. Confused, the rich guy says why would you invite us to a feast that smells great but won’t serve the food?
I’ve reached the point of being accepting no matter the outcome on Correa. If they find a way to keep him, great…and I’ll hope that he performs well for the majority of his contract and the team stays competitive. If Correa instead decides to hit the road, great…and I’ll hope the money saved will be spent shrewdly by Click as he has done in the past during his years with Tampa Bay and the team stays competitive. Which is the right move is anyone’s guess…
Man, I was literally thinking about the story not too long ago (read it in grade school), but couldn’t remember the details. Thanks for the timely refresher.