The Indians really suck.
I don’t know if I can muster much more of a post than that. Last week I said I thought Byrd was toast but CC would recover. Obviously, I’m an idiot.
The rest of the AL Central ain’t looking too hot, either. The only thing the Indians have going for them right now is their competition isn’t the sort that you expect to hang tough.
But since the Indians aren’t hanging tough, it doesn’t actually matter.
I’m still watching, like a fool. Tonight is an off night, so perhaps I can muster a tiny bit of enthusiasm for the upcoming Kansas City series. The problem? CC starts the first game versus Gil Meche.
It’s going to suck.
At this point, I’m hoping that if I say one thing, the opposite happens. CC will lose again. The Indians will lose 100 games. Andy Marte will never get another at-bat.
The only thing I can say with any certainty is this: I’ll be watching.
Here’s part of what Cait Murphy in Crazy ’08: How a Cast of Cranks, Rogues, Boneheads, and Magnates Created the Greatest Year in Baseball History has to say about Cleveland:
“Cleveland is not a franchise known for good luck. As recently as 2005, a dropped fly ball helped cost the team a chance at the play-offs. The city was also host to perhaps the most ill-conceived promotion in baseball history — Ten-Cent Beer Night, in 1974. And in 1907, it misses a chance at getting one of the game’s greatest players when it turns down a swap that would have been the biggest steal since the James brothers were holding up trains [Ty Cobb].”