Faithful readers of this column will recall over the past few years that I have written several articles about my hometown sports teams predicting good things. A Bears-Browns Superbowl, a Chicago Cubs-Cleveland Indians World Series and a post-game Cleveland Crush lingerie football celebration in my Jacuzzi. Alas, none of this occurred.
I have several friends and relatives who have experienced the spoils of championships. Fred Doar and the San Francisco Giants, my Dad, God bless him, and the Denver Broncos, my buddy Mike Ruggles and his hated New York Yankees and all the Roll Tide hillbillies in Alabama who live just north of me in the Panhandle.
And now my friends it is my turn. Having lived through “The Drive”, “The Fumble”, “Red-right 88” and Michael Jordan’s “The Shot”, the Tribe is in the playoffs.
If you recall, back in June I wrote my annual column predicting another Cubs-Indians match up in the World Series. Well I was half right. Yes sports fans, the Swami is back. My beloved Tribe begins their playoff journey this week. It’s been since 1948 when they won it all. They appeared last in the Fall Classic in ’97 losing to the Marlins in a heartbreaker.
But this year is different. I can just feel it.
No more ghosts of Thome, the Alomars or Charlie Nagy. Just a nice blend of kids, a few veterans and a new manager. And winning a bunch of games this season.
With newer ballparks now serving upscale food, the list includes a few Nuevo stadium treats plus one old stand-by.
When I go to a ballgame I still order a steamed dog with ballpark mustard, a couple of bags of peanuts and a six-dollar cup of beer.
Play ball everybody and go Tribe!