The Cleveland Indians played the Oakland Athletics at Progressive Field tonight. Unless you’ve spent the last month in a drug-induced coma, it probably won’t come as a surprise to you when I tell you that the Indians lost the game. The final score was A’s 8, Indians 4.
In happier days than this one, I would have provided you with a recap of the game. Tonight I don’t really feel up to it. If I did, I’d tell you that the Indians got off to a rare early lead, only to surrender it in the next inning, and then later they let the game get away from them entirely. It wasn’t fun to watch on television or to listen to on the radio. You can click on this link for a detailed account of the game, courtesy of the good people at ESPN.com and the Associated Press. They can write about it dispassionately, and they get paid to do so. I can’t and I don’t.
The Indians have been losing a lot of baseball games lately. They’ve lost 26 out of their last 31 games. For more than a month now, the Indians have been playing .161 ball. That’s almost unimaginably bad.
I’m 55 years old and I attended my first Indians game in 1962, when I was five years old. I’ve seen a lot of bad Indians teams over the years. You can take my word for it, or you can go here and see for yourself. I honestly don’t remember seeing an Indians team as bad as the one that’s been taking the field for the last month. It seems that they can’t do anything right. The pitching has been mostly terrible, the hitting almost non-existent, and the fielding has been shoddy lately, too. I know it’s not all the fault of Indians manager Manny Acta, but honestly, how much longer can he hold on to his job? Don’t the Indians almost HAVE to fire him soon?
A week or two ago, there was a trend going around Facebook. Called petshaming, it involved writing a sign detailing bad behavior by one’s pet, and taking a picture of the pet near the sign. Something like “I ate a bagel that didn’t belong to me because I don’t care about the feelings of other people.” Pretty funny stuff, especially when the pet involved has a remorseful or defiant look on its face. The other day I felt like I should be the subject of a fanshaming photo. Here it is:
I suppose I should conclude this post by pointing out that Indians left fielder Shelley Duncan was designated for assignment earlier today. Pitcher Jeanmar Gomez was called back up to the major league club from Columbus to take Duncan’s place on the roster. I’m sure Shelley Duncan was and is a decent person, and that he tried his best to be a good baseball player during his three years with the Indians, but if I never hear his name again, that’d be just fine with me.