We just keep coming back.I love the Cleveland Indians. For a couple of reasons. One: I am an Indian person having grown up in Cleveland and thus am a Cleveland Indian (I'm also a Brown Clevelander but that never really makes it into conversation). Two: Chief Wahoo is one of the sweetest logos in sports. However, as with most love, this one has been built through heartbreak.
See, Cleveland sports fans have been continually disappointed. You name it we got it. A final week collapse to end up with 93 wins and not make the playoffs? Check. A walk-off, yeah a freaking walk off, dribbler up the middle to lose game 7 of the World Series? Please, of course. There's really nothing our little mistake on the lake hasn't experienced. We're like the moderately attractive girlfriend who stays with her douchebag boyfriend even though he continually cheats on her. You know, because she loves him. Or something.
(And sorry Boston fans, your legendary comeback in the 2004 ALCS, the Pats "dynasty", and the Celtics on ESPN Classic every day have torn up your sympathy card.)
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that there is no comfort zone. The Indians currently have a 5.5 game lead on the Tigers with about 17 games left to go in the season. ESPN wrote a blurb stating that if the Indians went 9-8 in their remaining games, then the Tigers would have to go 15-1 to force a TIE, not even a win, in the division! You know what that means? Absolutely f***ing nothing to the likes of us. It means we have 17 games to blow the division and snatch defeat from the jaws of victory once again. That's how we roll. No matter what that douchebag boyfriend does to impress us, we always know that he'll be a scumbag. But we love 'em. It's sad but thats how the world works.
Plus, we got nobody else.
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