Well, the only sure thing is that there is no sure thing.
And, bang, just like that, Papelbon's encryption is blown open up like a papier-mâché, donkey at Mexican birthday pahty.
And now Rotoworld wonders, "If [Paps is] not better next time, the questions about the health of his shoulder will start."
But, really, why wait 'til then? In Boston, it's nevah too early to worry.