Injuries, ineptitude and a seven game losing streak; add it all up and the Indians are looking like just about the worst team in baseball. A couple of months ago I foresaw a 60 win season. More and more that prediction appears to be the lunatic optimism of a incurable fan. In an attempt to ignite a cadaverous offense and draw another couple of fans to the park, phenom catcher/guitar hero Carlos Santana was promoted to the majors. Though the young Dominican has quickly endeared himself with his preternatural ability make contact with the ball, the losses continue to pile up.
Oh yes, and we still have the most embarrassing mascot in sports.
Fuck it. It's time for the club to get serious, and I can think of only one thing that will turn this season around. Salvation can be found wearing short shorts, just down the road in the little village called Sheffield Lake.
Woo woo woo.