So here's my worthless update: I was down at Wrigley during lunch to replace my ruined Zambrano jersey t-shirt and see if any singles were available for future Friday games (got 7/25, 8/8, and 8/22!). If that's not tempting fate, I don't know what is. Anyways, at 12:50 PM, Zambrano emerged from the entrance right next to the ticket office wearing a tan-ish colored shirt and was accompanied by some bearded gentleman. They didn't say much and none of us wanted to bother Z, so I'm actually just wasting your time. He wasn't "favoring" his shoulder at all and while he didn't look to be in a great mood, he also wasn't crying. After a minute, he got into his black Mercedes sedan and drove off. Although, come to think of it, he did back out of the spot slowly and take a while to turn the wheel, but I figured that delay was just caused by some woman calling him and Z having to tell them that he's married. So again, I've got nothing. But I did stand 20 feet from Zambrano today and you didn't. Now it's time to schedule some half-Fridays.