I was so surprised that I almost dropped it back on the field. I attributed their loss in the next inning to my fumbling of the ball. If I had caught it cleanly. If I had contained my excitement.
I had been told the story of “if”s since I was young, sitting with my grandfather in his TV room.
“If the Indians could just hit the ball.”
“If they could stop it with the careless errors.”
“If they could just get a sensible manager!”
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There is something powerful in the common struggle of believers, that in the face of being neglected and getting so close just to fail, time and again, there is an unbreakable bond of shared history. That the more Cleveland is dismissed, the stronger our commitment gets, the more Cleveland gear we buy, the more games we go to, and the surer we become that this is the year. There grows this ridiculous, unfounded confidence in a team that has little history of success. Hope against all odds.
Sports may seem superficial in the grand scheme of things, but my passion is not just for the game. It is for pride in a community that is marginalized, staying loyal to it, proving unbelievers wrong.
It is this approach that, since I was old enough to say “Go Tribe!”, has governed much more than my sports life, which is why it is always confusing to people why I am so dedicated to Cleveland.