I was sitting in the Capital sports information office this afternoon with my boss Lenny, watching the start of the Indians season opener, when our softball coach walked in.
“It’s sunny? In Cleveland? In March?” she asked, dumbfounded.
“It’s always sunny in Cleveland,” Lenny responded.
Indeed it is. What’s more beautiful than a 10-8 victory in the opener over the White Sox? I mean, besides C.C. struggling and Victor pulling up lamer than Barbaro, that is?
(Too soon? Too soon?)
What a game. The Tribe hammered Mark Buehrle to the tune of seven runs in less than two innings. Then the bats were shut down by Nick Masset, the same Nick Masset who had a sparkling ERA of 7.09 last year, and it took a crazy end sequence to pull out the win.
Yup, just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill victory for the Tribe. It’s nice to see that the name change from Jacobs Field to Progressive Field hasn’t taken out any of the magic that the park has created since it’s inaugural season in 1994.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that baseball is back. I don’t know if I’ve fully recovered from the sting of the ALCS yet, but today certainly helped.
No, I’m not going to freak out about C.C. feeding up a pair of gopher balls to Jim Thome. No, I won’t stress over the offense’s inconsistency today, or the bullpen looking shaky. Nor will I lose sleep over the injury to the franchise catcher, and I won't whine too much that I knew like 30 people who went to the game while I was stuck in Columbus.
Nope, I’m just going to enjoy this win today. The Season of Dreams, Part Two, is off to a rousing start.