Over the last couple of days, I have struggled to keep track of my reactions to the Nolan Arenado trade that became official last night, chaotically bouncing all over the emotional spectrum. In the days leading up to the initial announcement, I told myself I was ready, and in one sense, eager to get it over with to extinguish the tension that has come with the last year of trade rumors. I knew, of course, that I would be heartbroken at losing another franchise face and irate with the perpetual incompetence of the team’s ownership that got us to this place again, but I was certain there would be a sense of relief.
With Arenado out, my Trevor Story trade anxiety is on deck
