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Nino Colla

SAlomar01Traditionally, teams not in the MLB Playoffs shy away from making big headline news-type announcements during the MLB Playoffs. Out of respect for the game and the teams still playing, let the games being played on the field garner the headlines.

Of course that doesn't stop us from making small talk about our Tribe team, because behind the scenes, they are talking, and after their exit a little over a week ago, they have done a little bit of shaking up.

And trust me, there are plenty of storylines that are worth laying out before the offseason officially begins, because as we've learned in the past few years, this team is pretty quick to strike. Whether it is trading for Derek Lowe or trading for Yan Gomes and Mike Aviles, if this team identifies something they want to do, they do it quickly.

But here's where the momentum that leads you to believe I was going to jump into offseason chatter crashes right into a brick wall. Because I'm just not feeling it.


Erik Cassano

001 Wahoo logoChief Wahoo has been the face of Cleveland baseball for more than 60 years. Originally designed in 1947 by 17-year-old draftsman Walter Goldbach, Wahoo was the brainchild of former Tribe owner Bill Veeck, one of the greatest marketers baseball has ever seen.

Veeck wanted a unique image for his team, something apart from the statuesque Indian heads in profile that had served as the team’s logos up to that point. Goldbach devised a grinning cartoon Indian with a large nose and yellow skin. That version of Wahoo was perched on the left sleeve of the Tribe’s uniforms when they won their last World Series in 1948.

In 1951, the logo was redesigned to its current form. Wahoo’s red face, white teeth and eyes, and blue hair correspond to the team colors. Since then, Wahoo has been somewhere on the Tribe’s uniforms at all times. He was perched on the cap, encased in a wishbone-C for much of the 1950s. He moved down to the left breast on the Tribe’s sleeveless uniforms of the 1960s. He was given a body in a 1970s logo revision that featured a leg-kicking Wahoo about to swing a bat.

In the early 80s, the head-only logo returned to the left sleeve, where it has stayed ever since. For the 1986 season, the logo returned to the cap, unadorned. Along with the Orioles and Blue Jays, the Indians were one of the few teams to place their logo on the team caps instead of a city-initial monogram.


Jeff Rich

Not easy to stomach this oneFrankly, it's probably better when they just leave our name out of it.  We used to blame it on ESPN, but it's probably fair, at this point, to just paint the national media with one broad stroke.  Be it the "Worldwide Leader", NFL Network, Mad Dog Radio, or whatever other outlets engage in building their news stories around TMZ-type narratives, I find myself screaming "UNCLE!" so much more often than I used to.  Narratives, oh stupid narratives, why does the media seem to think we need you?

There really isn't much mystery to it, they do it because it sells, but also because it's easy, and even lazy to a certain extent.  The news is out there, whether we want to go and get it or simply let it come to us, but it's so much easier to find one popular topic and then to mercilessly beat one single dead horse until they are presented with another dead horse.  On a national level, they like to go after the cheaters and the ne'er-do-wells, and why not?  I admit that the Lance Armstrongs, Alex Rodriguezes, and Johnny Manziels of the world make for good press, but not every day.  That might be when it gets ugly.


Jeremy Klein

wild cardAs a Cleveland Indians fan, the outcome of the Tribe’s AL Wild Card elimination game against the Rays was obviously disappointing. But as disappointing as the game itself was, it doesn’t change how electric the atmosphere was at Progressive Field until the inevitable Delmon Young home run (why does anyone even pitch to that guy?). As I was sitting on my couch watching the panning shots of the raucous Cleveland crowd, I could only think of one thing…


Al Ciammiachella

Sad dugoutI’m going to share a secret with you all. It’s a secret that you probably all already know, but bear with me; I don’t feel like I’m much of a writer. I think I know baseball pretty well, and I enjoy watching it and sharing my thoughts, which is why I write in this space as often as I can. But as far as writing itself, that’s just not my forte. This column doesn’t flow from my fingertips the way it always seemed to when Pauly C. was in the driver’s seat. It’s an effort, and some weeks are easier than others. This week falls into the “others” category. I spent an inordinate amount of time staring at a blank Microsoft Word screen this week. I just wasn’t ready for this season to be over. The “playoffs” were so fleeting that it was more of a tease than anything. We should be talking about who’s starting game 3 against Boston right now, not writing an autopsy on the season. I feel like I just read a book that was missing the last two or three chapters. I know I said earlier this season that all I wanted out of 2013 was meaningful baseball down the stretch. I sat in Goodyear, AZ and told loyal reader Tim Futo that back in March. But once I got a taste of the playoff run, I got greedy. I wanted more. I thought that once the Indians made it to October, anything could happen. I was ready to watch the Indians play deep into the fall, and came away crushed with the abbreviated taste of the postseason.


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