This is gonna be short and sweet and I hope you fine folks would humor me in something that is mostly for me that I choose to share with you. I’m feisty, angry and somebody has to say it.
We are winning the whole damned thing.
(I wanted to quote the great Jake Taylor, but this is a family blog.)
So what if Joe Maddon went for the jugular last night and essentially copied Terry Francona’s blueprint to stave off the possibility of an earlier-than-expected exit? So what if Major League Baseball is openly campaigning for the Cubs? So what if Joe Buck has a white-hot bromance with Rob Deer, Jr., er, Kyle Schwarber?
It’s gonna get done.
Say it with me now: “It’s gonna get done.”
We are winning this series. It’s our time. I feel it.
Let’s not think for a single, solitary second that the Indians are, to a man, are angered by this and they’re gonna shut up the ones who cling to circumstances, narratives, or pure disbelief to this point that, once again, the Indians had the sheer audacity to show up and compete against the presumptive favorites.
It was somewhat forgivable that the baseball world was totally shocked that the Tribe swept Boston, considering that Boston seems to always be a major hurdle for us. It was somewhat frustrating listening to the same legion extol Toronto’s big bats and Jose Bautista’s big mouth, be absolutely stunned that the Tribe handled the Jays with relative ease.
Eventually, baseball has to accept the fact that the Indians are A GAME AWAY from clinching, right?
Evidently not. And I’m tired of it.
Thankfully, the Indians got two games to make them respect us. And I’ll do you one better: It ends tomorrow. The baseball world WILL respect the Indians.
Bring it on, Chicago. Bow down to us.