Baseball as a metaphor. Again? That's SO trite

I went into full-on election freakout last night (Lehman Bros). The more I freaked, the more certain I was of defeat. But then, I noticed the Cubs and turned my obsessive worry from Barack Obama to Carlos Zambrano. I froze at the dining room table for 3 innings, convinced that he'd give up a hit and that it would somehow be my fault when he did. But, he got the no-no. The lesson? If the guy is good enough, he'll get it even if a lot of guys who played for the same team (but weren't as good) didn't.