Fall and winter have passed. It is finally time to see what’s been simmering in the Indians’ kitchen.
Today is the day where boundless optimism reigns supreme; even if it’s likely still too much to ask in the long run (hello, Houston). For the Indians, however, folks far and wide, including us, don’t know how the headline-grabbing bonanzas of the past few months will shake out. Most have us finishing around third or fourth. Some are feeling charitable and placing the Tribe in the mix, or even securing a Wild Card berth. It might be easier to just pick outcomes out of a hat and see what we all get.
And that’s perfect. Because that is greatest part of Opening Day or Night: We get to dream about the Tribe proving the critics and naysayers wrong. We get to visualize how every break would go in our favor; how the Tribe could be standing on top of the mountain for the first time in sixty-five years.
But as we all know, the Baseball Deities have a peculiar senses of humor. Testing our faith and mettle by placing us against the other big mover and shaker in the American League, and prohibitive choice of represent the AL in October in my adopted backyard of Toronto. And against the reigning National League Cy Young winner, RA Dickey, who owns the dreaded knuckler. As our colleague Ryan McCrystal has explicitly shown to us, the guys haven’t had a whole lot of success against knucklers. But maybe the bad, World Baseball Classic version of Dickey will show up, too.
The time for worrying can begin tomorrow, though. Today, win or lose (and hopefully in less than sixteen innings), it’s all about the celebration of the reconstruction of the Indians. And all about what could be awaiting us in September, and just maybe, October.