Well… The Indians and the Cubs are playing each other in the World Series. For months I’ve been thinking Tuesday, November 8 would be the beginning of the apocalypse, but apparently it begins Tuesday October 25 in Cleveland when the two most cursed teams in baseball square off. The curse of the Billy Goat vs. the curse of Jobu’s Rum. Just like if an unstoppable force met an immovable object… we don’t really know what would happen, but we know it would be worth watching.
Legendary Cubs announcer Harry Caray might say something a little more colorful than “Holy Cow!”, if he was still alive to see this Cubbies team. This is one of the most talented teams I’ve ever watched. The whole organization is built like a battleship from top to bottom. Hell, even the Cubs AAA squad could have finished ahead of the Reds this season.
It doesn’t seem like too long ago that both of these teams were perennial basement dwellers, but now you have fans partying on the rooftops in both cities. In the movie Major League, mythical Indians announcer Harry Doyle (Bob Uecker) famously quipped, “In case you haven’t noticed, and judging by the attendance you haven’t, the Indians have managed to win a few here and there, and are threatening to climb out of the cellar.”
Lebron James is more of a finisher from my perspective… finishes dunks, championships, and really some great community work, but dude… LBJ, what did you start? Lebron wins one championship in Cleveland and now every team in the city thinks they need to win one, well, except the Browns, they keep the universe balanced. As a lifelong Detroit Tigers fan, Cleveland’s post season run has been as enjoyable as listening to a cat climb up a chalk board.
The door has been open for us in Detroit for a decade. My dad and I were sitting in right field when Magglio Ordonez walked it off on Woodward in 2006 to send the Tigers to the World Series. Ten years later… we have no rings and we’re 1 – 8 in World Series games during that span, and now rumors of a fire sale are swirling all around Detroit. From the Sounds of it they’ll be trading everyone but the hot dog vendors and Paws, our mascot. Al Avila, the Tigers current GM, released his own son from the team last off season, so this big cat is as ruthless as they come.
Mike Illich, the owner of the Detroit Tigers, also owns Little Caesar’s Pizza. I calculated that I would need to eat 4,666,666.66667 Hot and Ready pizzas to pay for Miguel Cabrera’s salary in 2017, so I understand it from a business perspective, but my heart can’t take it… both eating that many pizzas or watching Miggy play for another team would send me into cardiac arrest. I mentioned Avila is ruthless, but if he releases the best Venezuelan hitter ever the team will feel Ruth less. Cabrera is an absolute legend, on and off the field, the Babe Ruth of our generation.
Hopefully it’s not the end of an era for Detroit, but it does appear to be the beginning of one for Cleveland and Chicago, so for this year I predict it goes 7 games and Cleveland wins with a walk off. Why not? Let’s see Yan Gomes point at the stands and drop down a bun as Rajai Davis scores from second base. If these two teams are really going to play, and I haven’t stumbled into some sort of parallel universe, let’s see the most dramatic ending possible.
As for me… I’m a Tigers fan 100% of the time, so it appears as though I have a lot of pizza to eat this winter
Baseball blog by ClarkBall