It's been a depressing season for fans of the Cleveland Indians.
It's not just that the Tribe is losing. We expected that. We're used to that. It's how we're losing that's making Clevelanders pull our hair out.
Fan favorite Grady Sizemore is done for the season. Washed-up star and bloated contract holder Travis Hafner is having one of the worst years of his depressing career.
Luis Valbuena's game has gone down the toilet. Jhonny Peralta is looking like his mediocre self, and Justin Masterson has been one of the unluckiest pitchers in baseball.
The Tribe faithful have been waiting for a reason to believe again.
The wait is over.
Widely regarded as the Tribe's most promising prospect, Santana was ranked 10th on Baseball America's list of top prospects in February, seventh on FanGraphs' in March, and fourth in a Bleacher Report Featured Columnist poll two weeks ago in which he was also named the game's best up-and-coming catcher.
There is no hesitance among the Cleveland fanbase about Santana's promotion. The sentiment would best be described as: It's about damn time.
Santana surely has nothing left to prove in the minors; he's hitting .316/.447/.597 with 13 homers and 51 RBI.
He's got power and plate discipline beyond his 24 years. Did I mention he has more walks than strikeouts? Did I mention he also has six stolen bases? Did I mention he's putting up this incredible production as a catcher?
Critics and club officials trying to rationalize the delay in his promotion have said he needs to work on his game-calling and steal-preventing skills. My response: Who cares? Go back and drool over his offensive numbers again.
Santana is not going to save the Cleveland Indians. He won't turn our lackluster lineup into a modern-day Murderer's Row. He won't stop other teams from laughing at us, and he won't prevent Jhonny Peralta from bobbling balls at third base.
But boy, will he be fun to watch.