What If The Cleveland Indians Didn’t Quit.

Last night I took a 3′ x 5′ Cleveland Indians banner out of my garage and hung it on the front of my house.  I wanted everyone to know that I stand by this team – good or bad.

I know it’s been another long season without the support of an owner who cares.

I know that Shapiro and Antonetti are just mouthpieces.

I know that Manny Acta is a B level manager.

I know that Grady Sizemore was just a pipe dream.

I know that our starting pitching – with or without Fausto – was going to be tested.

I know our decidedly left-leaning batting order was never going to produce a future hall of famer.

I know all of that.  But I still believed.  Maybe I am a homer.  Maybe I’ve seen enough miracles to know anything is possible.  Maybe I’m an idiot.  But I still believed.

In fact, even now.  Even after last night.  I still believe.

50 down, 40 to go.  Never say never.

 

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