I knew Ben Zobrist was religious. I did not know he was a miracle worker. I’m pretty sure he didn’t, either.
But if some of the chatter in Cubland is to be believed, he’ll heal a sick team if and when he returns in the second half of the season. I assume that means he’ll stop his teammates from making boneheaded base-running blunders; that he’ll improve the Cubs’ sloppy defense; and that he’ll remind everyone how to hit with runners in scoring position. I assume that means he’ll turn Gatorade into wine.
Zobrist likely has no idea how high expectations are for him.