We don't know much right now. We don't know exactly what's wrong. We don't know how long he'll be gone. We don't know who will replace him. All that we know is that Rickie Weeks got hurt tonight and the sky started falling.
Maybe it's just a sprain. Maybe he won't be out for long. Maybe his 15-day DL stint is just that and the Brewers won't skip a beat. I want to think these things. I want to believe these things. Yet I can't shake the image I saw tonight. Rickie Weeks, the man who takes fastballs to the face and laughs it off, the man who stands in the middle of the plate like Happy Gilmore at the batting cages just for kicks, the toughest of all the Brewers; laying on the ground unable to get up and stand on his own feet. His season flashed before my eyes and with his season went the Brewers season. There will be no playoffs for this team. The Brewers' season is over.
(Hang on a second. How am I doing? Does it sound like I'm really shaken up? Do you think I'm giving up on the season because Weeks got hurt? Are you buying this?)
Look, I know I am supposed to be upset about this and I am. Rickie Weeks is my favorite player. I can walk out of a Brewers loss with a smile on my face if Rickie Weeks has a good day and I'll make excuses for a bad game by him until my face turns blue. I love him and he's awesome, but this is not the end of the world. A huge blow? Yes. A major setback? Of course. Proof that God doesn't exist? Possibly. The end of the season? Not in the slightest.
We have to remember that this is the team that had the "ace" of the staff miss the first month of the season, went almost the entire first month of the season without Corey Hart (and even then he didn't start being Corey Hart until almost a month later) and saw Ryan Braun miss time with injury. They've seen Casey McGehee drop off the cliff harder than anything we've seen since Cuba Gooding Jr's acting career and Zack Greinke inhabited by the ghost of Manny Parra. They've been through all of that and right now they sit in first place.
The loss of Weeks is arguably the biggest one the Brewers could suffer. He's the heart and soul of this team, but they can get through it. They can stay in contention until he comes back. They can figure it out. Casey McGehee can start being that guy that everyone hopped on the bandwagon for last year, Yuni can continue his hot streak, Braun can just be himself, Fielder can too, the pitching staff can pick up some slack by pretending they're the Giants for a little while and second base will be filled. It won't be Rickie Weeks, but it will be filled. The Brewers will stay in it and when Rickie comes back we'll be better for having whoever that person who takes his place is. (In Doug We Trust.)
This isn't the end of the world. This is the moment in the movie where everything is bad and the characters don't know what they are going to do about it. You don't know either, but you know that they will figure it out and you'll get a happy ending because that's just how movies work. (Unless the movie we're watching is Million Dollar Baby in which case Rickie Weeks will be eating out of a tube and he'll tell Prince Fielder to pull the plug. Hate that stupid movie.)
We don't know where things are going to go from here, but they are going to go somewhere. This isn't the end of the Brewers season. It's only just beginning. We will get our happy ending.