I love Cleveland and I love baseball, but watching a team with jerseys and caps adorned with this dumbass image:
play a team whose fans do this fucking thing on a nightly basis:
is pretty hard to take.
After cringing my way through nine innings last night, I had to wonder: why is this kind of stereotyping of Native Americans embraced, when we wouldn't tolerate it for any other race? Or am I giving people too much credit? Would most of us be fine if the ballclub in Cleveland changed its name to the Chinks and slapped a smiling, slant-eyed, yellow-skinned buffoon on the hat? Would we buy the merchandise and wear it with pride?
I like to think not, but the rabidity with which fans defend Wahoo and the Chop makes me wonder.