Baptism by Pessimism

I'm not from Chicago. In fact, I've only been there once (to see a White Sox game, naturally).

But I can still completely relate to this.

It's called the art of un-panicking. It's a body language and mind-set embraced by a couple of million people who want to pull out those black 1993 White Sox caps, but are afraid to because they don't want to be getting dressed for their own funeral.