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2013 Cleveland Indians Team Preview

March 3, 2013 by 3 Comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I was trying to start this preview off by harkening back to the last glory days of Cleveland in the mid 90′s so I searched for “Indians team picture 1997″, and this was one of the top results with no team picture in sight. I guess it is pretty fitting seeing as how this is a preview of a Cleveland sports team.  Well…the Indians never could turn that talent in the mid 90s into a championship and haven’t come close since.  There has been some serious talent come through Cleveland during that time including Cliff Lee, CC Sabathia, Grady Sizemore (pre-injury), Bart Colon, Victor Martinez, Brandon Pihillips, etc.  I’m sure that lists grates at Cleveland fans thinking about what might have been.  Well Cleveland spent the off season trying to fill the talent gap again and they’ve done a pretty good job at doing so.

So what did they do?

Major Off-Season Moves:

  • Signed OF Michael Bourn
  • Signed OF/DH Nick Swisher
  • Acquired OF Drew Stubbs via trade from Reds
  • Acquired SP Trevor Bauer in same trade from Diamondbacks
  • Signed 1B/3B Mark Reynolds from Orioles
  • Signed SP Brett Myers

No one can accuse Cleveland of resting on their laurels this off season.  Although their laurels weren’t that good, so why would anyone rest on them.  Whoa…that last sentenced confused me – ignore it please.  They signed two serious impact free agents in Michael Bourn and Nick Swisher.  Teams were shying away from Micahel Bourn because of the new draft pick compensation rules for free agents and I think an underlying concern that his legs will begin to deteriorate and his game along with it.  As it stands now he’s a great CF and one the best on the bases in the majors.  Nick Swisher has never had a star label but his consistently produces at a good clip.  Drew Stubbs and Trevor Bauer were two young players who needed changes of scenery.  Although as we pointed out in our Diamondbacks preview, the Bauer one doesn’t make sense.  Mark Reynolds and Brett Myers are veteran plugs that the Indians needed to fill out their rosters.

A deeper look at the offense after the jump. [Read more...]

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Trevor Bauer regresses….on the mic

February 15, 2013 by Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trevor Bauer looked really good in the media just days ago when he deflected Miguel Montero’s blast about Bauer not taking any of Montero’s sage advice.  But alas, the PR boost was not meant to last.  Bauer’s rap group, consumate4sight, released a track called “You Don’t Know Me”.

One of the iron clad rules of sports:  If you release a rap album/song/anything like that, things are not going to go well.  (unless you are Ron Artest)  There are some dumb lyrics to the song that may or nay not refer to Montero.  Bauer says it’s not about him, which I tend to believe because the song came out too soon after Montero’s comments.  Whatever happened, Bauer and Montero are no longer on the same team and they don’t have to make grumpy faces at each other while they toss.  At least we got to hear from a budding rap baseball star.

H/T to Deadspin: Is Trevor Bauer’s Terrible New Rap Song A Diss Track Directed At Miguel Montero?

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Indian Summer Status Update: Thwarted.

June 14, 2012 by 1 Comment

So I got around to doing some thinking this past week about my 10 cent beer night post which turned into more of a Cleveland post.

It made a lot of Cleveland fans upset. It might be because it was pretty true, or it might be because of their outstanding pride towards their city. No matter. I think I might owe Cleveland fans a little something. After all, your team got swept today in Cincinnati. It’s familiar territory for you folks, but it’s likely that you’re going to fall into third place within the next week or so or as soon as Jim Leyland gets his shit together. The Indians did what they do almost every year. Everyone A few people got lukewarm excited. Nice hot start. No one went to the park, really. And things fizzled out. There’s no reason to kick a city while they’re down.

For my post last week along with some of the hard luck that has found the Indians as of late (as in like, the past 60 years), I decided to get Cleveland fans a gift:

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Dusty Baker and Derek Lowe’s Rift

June 14, 2012 by Leave a Comment

Only those in baseball’s most sacred fraternity will know what the heck was really going on here, but if you arrived late to the party and you’re wondering what all the hoopla was about between the Reds manager and the Cleveland Indians aging-starting pitcher; head over to Off-Base Percentage and get a recap.

Tell us, Dusty.

“He had some words for me. I really didn’t want to make a public thing or a public spectacle. He’s the one who brought it up. He had some choice words for me. I really don’t care if he respects me. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not denying nothing. I didn’t order anyone to hit him. I told (Mat Latos) to buzz him and make him uncomfortable. That’s what happened. Nobody hit him. Then he hit our guy.”

“Man, I don’t care,” Baker said. A lot of people don’t respect me. He don’t respect himself. The word was whatever he did and said probably there was a good chance he was drinking at the ballpark and he don’t remember what he said or what he did. OK.”

“When he said I shook my finger at him to say I didn’t have nothing to do with it. It wasn’t to say I didn’t have anything to do with it. It was to say: Don’t mess with me or my team. That’s what that means. He better learn sign language. OK.”

I love me some Dusty Baker. Last week when we were at the park and a dozen beers deep he was nice enough to toss our buddy a foul ball. We probably didn’t deserve that. He’s always more than cordial to fans, and as evidenced above he has a long-term memory that especially serves him well for sticking up for his players. I really like that.

I decided long ago that I was going to fasten my cart to Dusty the horse, and if the ship was sinking I was going down with it like a captain. He makes me mad almost nightly. His lineups are putrid most of the time. Someone thought so little of Dusty’s philosophy on hitting that they created this. Yet, I am powerless against my own love for this man. What the Hell is wrong with me?

Derek Lowe, you keep your dirty hands off our Dusty or we’ll take your rumple-mints schnapps away from you, you hear!

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10 Cent Beer Night in Cleveland

June 4, 2012 by

It was 38 years ago today that should serve as a permanent reminder that Cleveland, Ohio is the armpit of America. The black-eye of an entire state. And they’re not the best fans in sports, they’re the worst.

The insufferable, ultimate-homer fans who dwell there with a sense of entitlement like they deserve things because they’re the only team that’s ever been bad for a prolonged length of time. That’s it Cleveland, you guys deserve to win the Super Bowl because you threw a ton of cheap Stroh’s at some umpires and Texas players back in the day.

Cleveland isn’t Philadelphia, and furthermore it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Winning a title means so much to Cleveland that they in turn curse themselves. Let something else in your lives matter for a little while and maybe one of your turd teams will luck out and get to play for one again.

I used to feel sorry for Cleveland. As an Ohioan I used to really hope for Cleveland’s drought without a championship to end. I cried the night Renteria singled off Charles Nagy back up the box in ’97.

And then I grew up and started to spend time in Cleveland.

I brought my wife to Browns and Indians games. We even did a Cavs game. That’s when I lost my conviction about Cleveland sports and in fact; wanted nothing to do with the city or their fan base in terms of association. What a miserable, depressed area and group of clientele. I’ve never seen so many people looking to self-loath and be negative in my life.

The angst even exists amongst the ushers and stadium workers. I’ve never met so many cold, snarly, and prickly people in my life than a random Sunday in Cleveland Browns Stadium or on a day at Progressive Field.

Cleveland, you get what you deserve. I don’t understand why people celebrate ’10 cent beer night’ in Cleveland like it was the town’s right of passage. Cleveland fans as a whole are a pile of trash. This event was just one more piece of evidence you can throw in their file.

You’re not Philly. You’re not even Oakland. The rest of the sports world has just about forgotten you.

The Indians are even phasing out Chief Wahoo. There’s literally no reason to like one franchise in Cleveland anymore. But hey, have fun with Brandon Weeden this year!

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Our Trip to Cleveland to see Joey Bats

April 12, 2012 by Leave a Comment

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Originally, my wife and I were going to attend Opening Night in Cincinnati. My uncle mentioned that we were invited the day before Easter to see the Tribe play the Blue Jays in Cleveland. I wanted to see Jose Bautista–after all I’ve never seen him play. I owed this to myself.

It was enjoyable, cool early April afternoon and I’m glad we went North rather than South on this first MLB Saturday of the season.

I won’t lie, it’s always going to be “The Jake” to me. Nevertheless, I’ve had a lot of good memories at this park. There’s something special about a weekend afternoon game in Cleveland. Maybe it was the Bertman’s.

I didn’t get to see Bautista hit a bomb or anything, he went 0 for 4 with a walk. He homered the night before and was probably all tuckered out from playing the longest extra inning game (16 innings) to open an MLB season in history the night before.

A view below of what used to be Pronkville. An area that used to be in some demand now has few inhabitants. Notice the Horseshoe Casino advertisement, due to open up in May. I hope it’s kinder to me than Las Vegas has been over the course of my young life.

Ubaldo Jimenez brought his ‘A’ stuff on this afternoon. This was the longest game that I’ve ever been at before in which a pitcher has carried a no-hitter. Jimenez took his 6 and 2/3 innings before allowing a single to Brett Lawrie that also let the shutout get away from him due to a walk and a wild pitch.

I came away impressed by Jimenez, he was mid 90′s on a cold afternoon and if he can get his control going better he’s going to have a nice season.

Cleveland cityscape. It’s a cool city I suppose, though I rank it behind Cincinnati and Indianapolis in a lot of categories.

Tell me that isn’t a weird line score. My uncle and I were discussing if there were to be a walk-off homer and no other base hits in the game and the game ended 2-1, has that ever happened before? Had to get the bizarro world linescore on the blog.

Hairy Buffaloes in Cleveland. My wife had to pee after we parked. As sorry as this Chief Wahoo looks, he would look sorrier before the afternoon ended.

What, we’re advertising on foul poles now? Cleveland has officially became a foul pole advertising franchise. You should be real proud of yourselves, Indians. I’m told by my friend who is a Tribe fan that these were like this last year, but I don’t buy it. I would have noticed.

Life imitates Hollywood. Shades of Major League when the Indians players show up to the park and there are ads absolutely everywhere.

We sat in the club, ate way too much food, and enjoyed a 12-inning Blue Jays victory. Sorry, Cleveland. It’s going to be another long summer for you. At least you have the warmth of the memories (speaking of, I met Carlos Baerga before the game) and the Browns to look forward to.

Scratch that. At least you had the 1995 and 1997 Indians, a lot more than any other fans can be promised to ever experience. Like Tom Petty says ‘the good old days might not return’ but at least there are good old days to look back on.

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Albert Belle has gotten old on us

February 29, 2012 by 1 Comment

My uncle Frank is response for my deep love affair with the game of baseball from the onset of my childhood. He had one favorite Cleveland Indians player, Albert Belle.

I took to rooting for Belle to struggle as we bet monetary amounts that kids bet and and never intend on paying with my horse in the race being my own favorite, Dodgers Darryl Strawberry. It wasn’t smart, and Albert Belle always finished with better numbers from those 1991-1993 years that we held those bets. My uncle never made me pony up.

You don’t realize how long ago that was until you learn that Albert Belle is now 45 years old. One of the most prolific power hitters of my childhood was in camp with the Indians yesterday.

We’re all getting older, I guess.

Here’s a video of the 1995 Cleveland Indians playing a scrimmage with the minor league affiliate in Buffalo. All of the regulars like Belle, and Eddie Murray look thrilled to be playing in the 30 degree April weather. If you didn’t have an appreciation for how long ago the Albert Belle era was, you will after watching this for a few minutes.

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Grady Sizemore might not be leaving the Indians after all

November 19, 2011 by Leave a Comment

Two weeks ago we were singing another sad tune about Cleveland sports. We were talking about what could have been. Now it turns out that it might have been for naught.

Hardball Talk points out that Grady Sizemore might be headed back to Cleveland:

Sources tell FOXSports.com’s Ken Rosenthal than the Indians and Grady Sizemore are involved in serious talks and will likely agree to a one-year deal.

So I guess this means that we’ll have to do another Grady Sizemore farewell post when he finally does leave Cleveland. For what it’s worth we still have a sneaking suspicion that Sizemore doesn’t re-sign with the Indians and goes elsewhere to have a really nice season and rejuvenate his career. Because that’s how things go for Cleveland.

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The Grady Sizemore in Cleveland era has come to an end

November 3, 2011 by 1 Comment

Grady Sizemore should be another strong reminder that the players we root for no matter how amazing they may seem to us–will only temporary diversions in our lives following sports.

A lot of people think the Sizemore era ended this past Monday when the Indians declined to pick up the outfielder’s 2012 option. If that was the official ending, the unofficial ending came many, many moons before. The beginning of the end came May 30th, 2009 against the Yankees in Cleveland. He homered that day off C.C. Sabathia. Let us remember that he had the Indians just a game from the World Series in 2007 after having the series of a lifetime against these same Yankees in the ALDS. Life was good then for Sizemore and Cleveland fans. It seemed then it would have no end.

But after that May 30th day, Sizemore would start to miss significant chunks of time and it would seem his 27 year old body would begin to fail him. At the beginning of September he had season ending surgery on his left elbow. He would play just 33 games the following season–needing micro-fracture surgery on his left knee.

This past season, Sizemore tore up his opposite right knee and had more micro-fracture surgery and added another hernia surgery. Instead of piling up the award hardware, Sizemore’s body became like the childhood board-game ‘Operation’.

If you visited Jacobs Field in Cleveland from 2005 to 2008 and looked out in center field just before your eyes met the picnic area, you would see him. This player was on the cover of Sports Illustrated–and called one of the great players of our generation on that same cover.

I would advise Cleveland to remember the good times. There were many.

The story didn’t have a happy ending and seemed to flame out long before we ever expected like so many figures in sports that have gone before us with seemingly no end in sight. But let’s not forget the four years of stardom and talent that Sizemore gave the fans of this game. For a short time, he was was one of the brightest stars the game had to offer.

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Jim Thome is coming back to Cleveland

August 26, 2011 by Leave a Comment

We had a feeling. And why not? Cleveland is a town that appreciates nostalgia as much as anywhere in this country right now. Jim Thome is as big of a folk hero as the modern day has seen. The Indians brought back Kenny Lofton to finish his career in an Indians uniform and now Thome will follow suit. As a baseball fan–especially if you grew up in the 90′s–you have to like this move.

Remember when Jacobs Field had the big ‘Office Max’ yellow lettering sign on the right field wall when Thome was posting home run season totals of 49 and 52? You don’t see that type of power anymore and Thome provided it in Cleveland after Albert Belle and Manny Ramirez had long left for greener pastures, literally.

And Thome’s situation in leaving Cleveland was different. Albeit, it was his choice; but you get the feeling that he never wanted to leave in the first place. All the talk around that time was that he was coming back to Cleveland and that the organization was going to build a Jim Thome statue outside of the stadium like they did for Bob Feller. Then Philadelphia swept in like a thief in the night and Thome was gone. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Hell, even his bride was from Cleveland. Philadelphia was not a Thome town.

We later learned that the players union heavily pressured Thome and his agent to take the deal Philadelphia put on the table. He left, he got his 500th and 600th home runs elsewhere and once again Cleveland was the town that was left standing at the altar with no one to marry.

One thing no one mentions–after stops in Philadelphia, Chicago, and Minnesota–and playoff appearances in all those cities, the only big league uniform in which Jim Thome ever hit a postseason home run in was an Indians uniform.

Cleveland is a town that despite how things seem to end and no matter how much they hate you at the time, they’ll forgive. Especially if you’re a sports figure. And that rule doesn’t apply to Lebron James but it certainly applies to Jim Thome.

The Indians are 6 and 1/2 games out in the AL Central right now and for all technical purposes we think they’re out of it. But they’ve given their fans a reason to keep on watching. And maybe they’ll catch lightning in a bottle like they did a couple of times with Kenny Lofton.

If Thome can leave the yard just once at Progressive Field, the stadium will erupt and even with all of the long nights gone by and none in celebration of a championship; for just a moment the people of that city will remember he greatness that existed and the magic of Thome in an Indians uniform for so many years.

And someday just maybe, they’ll build a statue outside the stadium one day with big folk hero Jim Thome’s name on it.

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The Cleveland Indians officially can’t do this

August 8, 2011 by Leave a Comment

I had some guys over to the house this past Friday to watch the Indians gear up and try and make an unlikely run to the 2011 playoffs. After all, it’s not like the Reds are worth watching anymore; and I truly haven’t had a Cincinnati game on since before I went to Las Vegas weeks ago. I’ve quit on them. My interest has shifted to upstart underdogs like the Indians and Arizona Dbacks from now until the end of this season. Hopefully one of them gives me something worth watching when the playoffs roll around.

Long story short, the Indians proved to me this weekend that they amount to no more than a cock-tease. They seemingly searched out every way they could on Friday evening to blow an insurmountable lead; only to come back last night and blow a 3-0 lead with six outs to go.

At the risk of sounding like Colin Cowherd here (because I lack statistical fact and I’m only going off solid observation and opinion)–and granted the Indians never have a strong showing against the Texas Rangers–I’m officially selling the Indians as a true playoff contender. They’re done. I don’t care that they play Detroit 9 more times this season, including the final three games of the year.

They’re a solid, hard-battling, over-achieving group. There is a lot to like about them. They’re a lot better than I thought they would be and they made moves to do as much as they can to supplement what they started the year with in bringing in Ubaldo Jimenez and Kosuke Fukudome. But they’ve blown too many must-have games already at this point. They have shown me that they’re not going to be able to hang with the heat that a pennant race truly forces on a group of men.

They’re done. That said, Detroit isn’t good enough to put these guys away in the manner that Milwaukee has done to the Reds. They’ll hang around enough to be ‘in it’ until the last week or two of the season, but the Indians are largely just pretenders at this point. Come see me when you can get out of Texas with a series that you had on a platter.

After those deflating losses, they’ll lose two of three to Detroit in Cleveland this week (beginning on Tuesday) and the dream will never be real again.

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Pronk Hafner Lives

July 8, 2011 by Leave a Comment

I just want to point out one thing to all you Indians fans who are all over Travis Hafner this morning and to all my friends who are having to remind themselves through this love-affair this morning and on into this afternoon to stop day dreaming about Pronk and his walk-off grand slam in last night’s 5-4 win in order to complete their workday:

You ALL thought this guy was done and wouldn’t have given in a mop job before this season. Every last one of you crybaby Huey Cleveland fans. I was there on Opening Day and I heard the guys in right field, one after the other calling for the torture rack for Hafner.

Cleveland Fans I can definitely have some sympathy for, but there is no bigger group of self-loathing, pity-loving crybaby shitheads than you all. I hope the Indians take down the division, but it doesn’t mean any of you babies deserve it. You hated this fucking guy just weeks ago. Now it’s a party.

I’ve got witnesses by the plenty who I told after seeing Hafner turn on some balls on Opening Day that this guy was back. And the all-knowing Cleveland fan base (including my all-knowing Uncle Frank) told me I was nuts.

Look at the slash line (.347/.428/.567), and suck it. Go back to crybabying about Lebron leaving town because you’re much better at it than knowing baseball, Cleveland Fan. Go back and debate Tim Couch v. Kelly Holcomb or Brady Quinn v. Derek Anderson some more because you guys now dick about the sport of baseball and plenty about drawing empty conclusions.

In honor of Pronk Hafner being officially healthy and back, here’s something a friend and I penned back so many years ago. We like to call it ‘A Day in the Life of Pronk’:

-Wake up and punch a hole in his bedroom wall
-Eats Joel Skinner’s children for breakfast
-Watches the Weather Channel
-Drives his Harley down the sidewalks of Cleveland to the stadium
-Punches Mark Shapiro in the dick for looking like a homo
-Takes exactly four pitches for batting practice, all four he hits into the mezzanine
-Drinks sixteen beers pregame
-Dominates the opposition and scares babies
-Postgame has his pitbull chase Casey Blake around the locker room
-Orders dinner via roomservice, but becomes disgruntled that “Infant brains” aren’t on the menu
-Drives his Harley through a pack of girl scouts and into a brick wall, then gets up and walks into a bar
-Throws game at only black women, naturally he bags a few in the mens bathroom
-Goes home and sleeps face down on a bed of Playboys from the 1970′s

There. Now he’s back. Even I was afraid I would never be able to reference this artistic beauty again.

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Reds vs. Indians in the Diamond Seats

July 2, 2011 by Leave a Comment

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There’s the infamous window in the Diamond Club at Great American Ballpark, and Dusty Baker going out to visit yet another game in his long career in the game of baseball.

This game was an awful game, thanks to Bronson Arroyo and his Bugs Bunny 69 MPH pitch. So I’m just going to speak on the experience, and not a lot about the game which was over when Arroyo gave up several bombs and put the Reds in a 4-0 hole.

It’s Fourth of July time at the Ballpark, and a perfect opportunity for the Reds to serve up these beauties. I am on a wedding diet so I didn’t partake, but I probably should have.

If you ever wanted to see the bar inside the Diamond Club at Great American Ballpark, here it is. Now, I’ll tell you right now that if you attend a game in the Diamond Club, you might as well just plan on drinking beers all night. They do not serve shots of liquor, and while they do serve mixed drinks; something is up with the booze at the ballpark.

I won’t go into too many details, but I drank Johnny Walker Red Label all night with soda, one per inning approximately. I also had two or three before the game and two after the game during the fireworks display. I left the park about as sober as could be.

I don’t know if they’re watering them down–but if my BA content is any barometer–something is rotten in Denmark with the booze at the Diamond Club.

Here’s Carlos Carrasco being pre-game interviewed. He has been on a real roll for the Cleveland Indians lately.

And here’s the star of the night Justin Masterson. This guy seems like a really great kid, and he has ace stuff. Flat out, the guy can be as good of a pitcher as the Indians have had. There’s a lot to be excited about with him.

We joked with Masterson several times during the game, and he was genuinely very nice to us and some of the family members we were at the game with and our friends. We told him his stuff is straight filthy in MLB The Show ’11 and his face lit up like a kid. Love Masterson, wish he was a Cincinnati Red.

I spy Kirk Herbstreit. Actually, maybe the Johnny Walker did get to me a little bit because he was in line with his four kids and wife right in front of me in the Diamond Club and I didn’t recognize that it was him. Terrell Pryor was not a guest of honor in the Herbstreit party either. His wife is not that hot at all.

Carlos Santana is a stud. Probably my favorite Indians player. He always rolls with a huge hog in, and he always hits bombs when I’m at the park. True to form, he lined one into the Reds bullpen off Bunny Arroyo.

Brandon Phillips collected the 1,000th hit of his career last night, hitting two home runs and finishing off a 3 for 4 ballgame. You have to love this guy. He was out for blood against the team that traded him away and on a night where the Reds got a few paltry singles you really appreciate that Phillips had half of their hits last night.

Another game in which I’m present at the park and Jay Bruce has another 0 for 3 night. Nice view of the Moondeck here out in right field, look how full it is. It must really be something to play in front of that many people on some nights. One guy on display like the bear or elephant at the zoo, at this moment that guy was Jay Bruce.

Here’s a Cuban Missile Crisis: Austin Kearns vs. Aroldis Chapman. The epitome of over-matched.

Here’s Lon Chisenhall up close. He seems like a little bit of a dickhead to be honest. He had a big extra base hit last night though. Maybe it was the Johnny Walker Red.

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Some photos from a May evening at Progressive Field

June 30, 2011 by Leave a Comment

The following photos were taken May 20th, when the Reds opened up Interleague Play with the Indians in Cleveland with a 5-4 loss to the Tribe.

Right at our arrival the Reds were taking some BP before the game.

Look at the size at that Cleveland Polish Sausage! My goodness! This is one of the best deals in baseball. It’s like $6.75, and if you get one of these before the game you will not be hungry again for the rest of the game.

The toothbrush stadium lights can mean only one thing: you’re in Cleveland at The Jake, baby.

Alex White, 2009 1st round pick (15th overall) by the Tribe making one of three starts that he made in 2011. He got hurt in this start and hasn’t been back since.

A pretty good look at the outfield at Progressive Field. Chris Heisey and Drew Stubbs are cast in this photo.

Bruce at bat against Alex White. He doubled off White and singled later in the game. He was the only Red with two hits on the evening.

This was a picture of the scoreboard and what was going on (shhhhhh) just moments before it was broken up by none other than……

Austin friggin’ Kearns. Hanging on, hanging around, average always below the Mendoza line but had enough left in him to get a huge hit against his former team and ruin Travis Wood’s no-hit bid.

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