As it turns out, he has shingles. Take it from me: it's HORRIBLE. I had the same thing starting around Halloween. Most people get it on their torso or back, but I, along with La Russa, had it start in my eye. I actually can't believe he felt well enough, even for a little while, to manage games. It was the worst I have ever felt in my 35 years. For me, it started in my right eye. The first day I had symptoms, I felt like someone had punched me in the eye. It wasn't too bad, more annoying than anything. The second day, the pain got intense. Every so often - could be every few seconds or every few minutes - it felt like someone was poking me in the back of the eye with a ballpoint pen. It was an intense surge of pain that made me stop in my tracks. It was debilitating. So I went to the doctor on a Friday, who diagnosed an infection. He was wrong. After a day or two, the sharp pain gradually decreased in my eye, but started moving to the right side of my head. I developed gigantic, throbbing headaches that I couldn't alleviate. On a Monday (the symptoms started on Thursday), my wife took me back to the eye doctor because I couldn't drive myself. That was when shingles was diagnosed. The thing that made him sure were the sores that had appeared on my nose and around my eye, similar to La Russa's. I got medication and what-not, but it took a long time to get better. For four days straight, the intense, throbbing headaches continued without interruption. It was so bad, I couldn't sleep. So, I was in severe pain and sleep deprived for four days. The crazy, please-put-me-in-a-coma pain subsided about a week after my symptoms first started, but I still had constant headaches, just not of the completely debilitating variety. In the meantime, the right side of my face looked like I had stuck it in a hornet's nest. My eye was almost swollen shut. One odd and terrible part of the pain was that my scalp was extremely sensitive. It literally hurt to touch my hair. After two weeks, I could finally start to try to get back into a normal routine, though I was still limited. I was well enough to fly home for Thanksgiving, though I still had some sores on my face. I still have a few scars on my nose and above my eye. So, while I hate the Cards, I have nothing but empathy for Mr. La Russa.