Stop freaking out about a 4.5 game divisional lead in September and a nine game lead in the race for the wild card if needed.

Stop freaking out about a four game losing streak.  You know how far back you have to go find a World Series team that lost four in a row in September?  You have to go all the way back to last September.

And the September before.

And the September before that.

Stop freaking out about Carlos Zambrano’s sore arm.  Arms get sore.  I nearly tore my labrum doing fist pumps when E-ramis hit the grand slam on Thursday to beat the Phillies.  (Yes, that happened, last Thursday…less than a week ago.)  I’m fine now.

Stop pissing and moaning about how the Cubs are going to blow it and about how you hate them for it.

I don’t care if you feel that way.  I just want you to suffer in silence, because truthfully, you’re annoying.

But you probably knew that.  As bad as the Cubs have been the last four days (and it’s been not so good), the magic numbers to win the NL Central and the wild card have gone down by two each.

One is at 20, the other at 15.  

Don’t get me wrong.  Watching them lose isn’t fun.  Even when they make late rallies to tease us like they did Saturday, and Sunday and Monday, or when they botch multiple chances like they did on Tuesday.

I can’t sit here and tell you that Zambrano’s going to be fine, or that the Cubs won’t choke.  Even if I told you I think he will and that they won’t, what does it really mean?

I’m just tired of reading mediocre newspaper writers practically praying for it (I’m looking at you, Wittenmyer) and I’m especially tired of hearing fans whine about it.

I’ve got news for you, even if they win it all, things will get tougher than this.  Hell, you’ve had it easy this year.  Except for that stretch right around the All Star Game when they struggled (and you panicked just like now) the Cubs have just kicked the crap out of people.  They’re going to make you earn it.

And frankly, right now you aren’t.