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 A Parallel Universe
	 Just as the Indians were clinching the division last Sunday, the Browns were starting another game that reminded us all how far they still are away from championship contention.  In Gary's latest, he says that there are some real parallels between where the Browns are now, and where the Indians were when they decided to start the rebuild that has now culminated in this years AL Central title.
        
        
        Just as the Indians were clinching the division last Sunday, the Browns were starting another game that reminded us all how far they still are away from championship contention.  In Gary's latest, he says that there are some real parallels between where the Browns are now, and where the Indians were when they decided to start the rebuild that has now culminated in this years AL Central title.   
 It may have just been a coincidence  that just about the time the Indians were clinching the American League  Central pennant last Sunday, the Browns were kicking off against Oakland.   But if you believe there are no such things as coincidence, then it’s  rather easy to find the parallels.
It may have just been a coincidence  that just about the time the Indians were clinching the American League  Central pennant last Sunday, the Browns were kicking off against Oakland.   But if you believe there are no such things as coincidence, then it’s  rather easy to find the parallels. 
When the Browns exited the NFL  after the 1995 season, there was anguish, sure, but the shiny new car  in the garage was the Indians.  The 1994 baseball season seemed  like a cruel joke on Cleveland fans when a strike cut short any chance  for the fans to celebrate the best Indians team since 1959.  As  that strike slowly lingered, albeit just a little, into the 1995 season,  fans were itchy.  But once the season finally started, the Indians  played so well for so long fans were literally left with their mouths  agape as the Tribe won an amazing 100 of 144 games.   
 
Though the 1994 team set the table,  it was really the 1995 team that cooked the meal, a feast that lasted  during the entire Browns hiatus.  It didn’t make fans forget  about the Browns, of course.  Far from it.  But it at least  cushioned the blow a bit for a town that first, last and every day in  between has been and will remain a Browns town. 
Those Indians teams of the last  1990s were the teams of John Hart and his up and coming protégé, Mark  Shapiro.  In retrospect, what is most memorable about those teams  was their consistency.  The Indians then weren’t a one and done  organization.  They were built and rebuilt over seven years and  remained a contender.   
But as with any other sport or  business, players get old, bad decisions get made, economics change.   Eventually Shapiro had to make the unpopular but necessary decision  to blow it all up and essentially start from scratch.  In the process  he found himself hamstrung by an ever-tightening budget imposed on him  by owners that weren’t as well capitalized as the Jacobs brothers.   It forced Shapiro to make chancy trades and risky free agent signings.   Some worked, some didn’t.  But in retrospect, what is most memorable  is that at no time were the Indians uncompetitive with the rest of the  league.  They never sunk to the depths of the Kansas City Royals,  the Pittsburgh Pirates or any of the several other dregs of either the  American or National leagues. 
When the Indians finally did hoist  their AL Central banner last Sunday it served as a nice reminder that  they are well down the road on this journey.  If starting from  scratch and winning the pennant were a car trip, it would be the equivalent  of the ride from Cleveland to Miami, Florida.  Last Sunday, the  Indians arrived at the Florida border.  Whether they make it all  the way is unknown, of course, just as is how long they might stay this  time.  But they got their, again. 
This only proves the point though  that such a journey can be undertaken and can be successful and not  everything has to go right in the interim, either.  At its core,  that’s why fans in this Browns town are so frustrated with what they  see out of their team.  Most expected that the journey might take  a bit longer because they first had to actually build the car that would  make the trip.  But given all the advantages that the NFL has over  Major League Baseball, such as a salary cap, surely we all expected  to be out of West Virginia by now. 
Unfortunately, this team is still  somewhere on I-77, just south of Zanesville, meaning that despite the  constant fiddling the Browns are still mostly remain a breather on most  teams’ schedules.  It would be easy to recount all the mistakes  that have been made, the blown draft choices, the bad signings, since  1999.  But at some point what’s done is done and those reference  points need to be cast aside or they just morph into convenient excuses.   It’s a lesson GM Phil Savage first and foremost needs to learn if  he is ever going to get this car pointed in the right direction and  make this ball club competitive. 
The constant harping and insinuations  by Savage and head coach Romeo Crennel about the past and all its wrong-headedness  is simply not helping.  It’s actually counterproductive because  it continues to foster the culture he swears he’s trying to change.   If he truly wants to be helpful, and we’ll give him the benefit of  the doubt on that one, Savage should stop trying to re-invent the wheel  and instead look a few miles down the road to the Indians and Shapiro  for a few lessons. 
If he did, he’d learn first  that one of the keys to re-energizing a moribund franchise is not to  entrust the day-to-day caretaking of the team to a career assistant  with barely a pulse.  Charlie Manuel, the quintessential old-school  baseball guy, may have been a decent choice for a veteran team, but  Shapiro ultimately knew and Manuel sensed, though didn’t agree, that  Manuel wasn’t the right choice for a rebuilding project stocked with  rookies.  The same held true for Joel Skinner. 
 
But in Eric Wedge, Shapiro found  a nice mixture of youth, passion and an eye for detail and just enough  inexperience to realize there was still much he had to learn himself.   Manuel had long been set in his ways.  It was a difficult but necessary  decision that ultimately helped set in motion much of what was to follow.   Except for 2006, the Indians under Wedge improved every year.   And given what transpired this season, 2006 looks to be a blip and not  a trend. 
It’s hard to fathom then exactly  why Savage can’t see the parallels with his ballclub and act accordingly.   As he goes about retooling his team and trying to get it competitive  by bringing in young, promising talent, he nonetheless entrusts it to  someone completely ill-suited to assist him in the task.  Crennel  is the quintessential old-school football guy.  He may even have  been a good choice for a veteran team looking for that final push.   But for this team at this time he was a bad hire and remains so.   It’s not an accident that you’d need a microscope to see any sustained  improvement since his hire. 
With the Cavs making the NBA finals  last year and the Indians back in the playoffs this year, Cleveland  fans have had their expectation levels raised.  More importantly,  their b.s. meters have become more sensitive.  They can spot a  con and a phony and while they may not have yet concluded that Savage  is either, their needles are starting to flicker.  And as Savage  continues to stand behind Crennel all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding,  it’s only going to get worse.   
What ultimately seems to distinguish  Shapiro from Savage is that Shapiro never spent much time trying to  pound square pegs into round holes.  Shapiro isn’t impetuous  so much as he is agile.  He has certain principles upon which he’s  built his team but isn’t afraid to make adjustments.  Savage,  too, has a plan but is much more reticent to admit mistakes, let alone  get them fixed. 



