I have been in a state of giddiness for the last thirty-six hours or so. Wait, I need a minute. . .
THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! THEY BEAT THE YANKEES! CLEVELAND BEAT THE YANKEES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
You see, I grew up in Cleveland and I remember seeing the losing Tribe with my Dad at the old Stadium. Then, I remember living in New York in the nineties when Cleveland had a winning team, but my Yankee buddies would drool over their line up as the dynasty was beginning. I would commiserate with Red Sox fans because Cleveland had the third longest World Series Title drought. Now Cleveland has the second longest World Series Title drought. Please, don't remind me of 97.
I also remember the playoffs. How things always seemed to go New York's way. They got all the weird plays and the pass balls and all those little things that got them to the World Series.
Meanwhile, Cleveland broke my heart and got rid of all my favorite players. I still remember the day I learned about the Bartolo Colon trade. However, they did rebuild and filled the team with young talent. At least, that's the myth I'm willing to believe right now. I'm just happy that Kenny Lofton is back there. I always liked Kenny Lofton.
Now in LA, I like the Dodgers and I must say, I respect the Red Sox–-my grandmother probably did an angel dance the day Wade Boggs went into the Hall of Fame. But Cleveland is the team that makes me woop and holler for joy.
The bugs of game 2 have taken on a life of their own. If you want to see the difference between Cleveland and New York as cities, just look at the bugs. Cleveland is just playing their game. Meanwhile, New York's well-paid infield is swatting the air and grimacing as if they were saying ‘eeeek, bugs, how am I supposed to play baseball with bugs?'
I love it though. Game 4. Cleveland's leading 6-3 in the nineth, and Joe Borowski, their closer, gives up a solo home run. He did get the three outs but it wasn't pretty. Kind of like the mid west.
Do they have a chance against Boston? I give the edge to Boston, but I think it's going to be a slugfest. And Boston fans, you're not going to have to hear about Yankee greatness (‘you know I just can't stress enough how good this Yankee lineup can be'–-no, you're not going to hear that) from your Fox game announcers. This is going to be a good series.