The doctor knew that Mary Ellen and Dan sat waiting just outside of his office for the OVERFLOW THREAD. For the last 15 minutes, they had been sitting needlessly while he worked up the nerve to tell them. He took a healthy swig from the flask he kept in his desk before finally getting up to break the news to them. This was the part of his job that led him to the bottle in the first place. Well, that's what he told himself, anyway. As soon as he opened the door to the waiting room, the couple stood and walked over to him. He had thought to just tell them here, and return to his office sanctuary, let the couple suffer on their own. Unfortunately for his best laid plans, his next patient had already arrived, and this dire prognosis shouldn't be aired in public, save for maybe the North side of Chicago, where the malady's as common as the cold.
Inviting them in, he signaled the two chairs in front of his desk, and took his own seat behind it. Set what wall he could between him and their misfortune. He fumbled for more delicate words for a moment before deciding to take the direct approach.
"I'm afraid the injury's serious. He's not going to pitch again this season," he said.
Mary Ellen shrieked, aghast. Dan showed a more stolid face outwardly, but inside, he crumbled.
"Doctor, there must be some kind of mistake, we need Jorge if we want to beat the Giants this year." Dan said.
"I'm sorry. I've done all I could."
This concludes chapter three of the Rockies 2011 saga, Please turn the tape over to continue on to chapter four.
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