There’s very little to talk about this week in Cleveland sports other than the Indians, unless you’re talking about Jimmy Halsam’s potential indictment (and I’m not). So let’s look at the Tribe and a reclamation project that appears to be working out better than we could have hoped. Just for kicks we’ll also look at LeFlop James and two golfers acting like….well…like a couple whiny and spoiled golfers.
It’s The Weekend Wrap.
“Where’s Grady Sizemore?” “Who’s this guy?” “I don’t know who any of these guys are.” “The Dolans should sell to Gilbert.” These and other brilliant quips are things I have heard too many times at the ballpark this season. Along with blasting umpires, the flavor of the week for the national media has been to chastise Cleveland for its early season attendance figures. Yeah, they’re embarrassing. Yeah, Cleveland’s no longer the baseball town it was 12 years ago – that image we still attach ourselves to as if it’s from the recent past and not a distant memory. You know, when Clevelanders cared about baseball for seven or eight years after not caring in the slightest for, oh, about 30 years.
The Indians finally lost the opening series to the Yankees three games to one by getting outscored eight hundred fifty to four, although the immediate implications were a little more promising. Justin Masterson was dominant in his start, and Trevor Bauer looked awfully acceptable in his. The offense, on the other hand, could not be compared to limp noodles in that at least noodles, even limp ones, have some structure. David Huff made his triumphant return. Nick Hagadone did not.
Indians fever...Be a believer...In the Cleveland....INDIANS!
Not much has changed since we last talked. The swelling in my face has gone up and come back down in the span that the Indians swept the A's and have won four straight.