I’ve got a confession to make. I have always kind of thought that two men most resemble the Cleveland Indians logo Chief Wahoo, very much actually. The first, is the ugliest man in the history of baseball, Enrique Wilson. Wilson is so ugly that even his mother upon birth wanted to tie a cynder block to his leg and throw him in the river to fend for himself. He survived and during hi tenure in Cleveland he really didn’t do anything spectacular except have an equally ugly batting stance, fill in around the infield as a warm body to play defense, and look like Cheif Wahoo.
But now, aparently there is a new sherriff in town. I have felt this way for quite some time but it’s time to make my feelings known. Last night, that very sherriff, that very carbon copy of the little grinning indian that has been the subject of much disdain from his native american brothers shined bright.
Jhonny (spell it with an “H” in it, fuckers) Peralta hit a 3 run homerun and drove in 5 RBI on the night to lead the Cleveland Indians to a 12-4 victory over the Toronto Blue Jays. The Indians got behind early 3-0 on three solo homeruns in the first inning off Ace C.C. Sabathia, but rebounded to spank the fuck out of MLB’s only canadian franchise.
Sabathia improved to 4-0 on the season with the victory, and the Indians are now 15-8 on the season, having won 8 out of their last 10 ballgames to catapault them and Chief Wahoo into first place in the tough American League Central division.
Another confession I must make: I have been wanting to cut Jhonny’s sorry ass from my fantasy team for weeks. Seriously, at one point I had Juan Uribe dialed up and on the horn, and I asked him “Do you want to play for my team? Do you believe you can help us Juan?”. I was a simple mouse stroke away from sending Jhonny’s Wahoo-looking ass to the depths of fantasy baseball hell, the waiver wire, but I talked myself out of it. Time and time again, after every 0 for 5 or even 0 for 6, 3K performance I have told myself that this mini-Manny, ugly looking, overweight shortstop is going to be an AL Comeback Player of the Year candidate. I listened to my concious on this, and I told myself that perserverance is the way of the good sheperd. You must allow your flock of sheep time to give milk right?
I must say, I’ve held out and sat through the storm, got my ass wet and now I’m reaping the profits. At one point my collective bunch of stiffs known as the Legendary Hillbillys III had jumped from 9th place last evening, all alone into 4th, much because of our Indian looking friend Peralta. He’s now hitting at the tune of 5 homers and 20 RBI, on pace for around 100 on the year. If I worked for NASDAQ or NYSE I’d be getting me some promotion now, but I don’t. I’m just a guy, who has no life, who spends way too much time playing on the internet, writing blog entries and pretending that I’m a real manager of a fantasy baseball team.
However, on this night I felt very good about the Indians–both the fact that the new Chief got to bang the squaw of his choice, and the fact they’re enjoying a run that I pretty much predicted to a “T”.