My brother Jim wrote this on FB:
What a great baseball team! I've been following the Indians--well, on and off-- for over 60 years. One of my earliest memories is feeling bad for my mother, a huge Indians fan, as she stood in the kitchen, listened to the radio, and cried over the October 1954 World Series loss to the Giants. A few years later, when I learned how to read, what I read the most during the rest of the 1950s decade were the Indians' box scores when they were the best team in the American League--except for the damn Yankees. I was outraged--as outraged as any 9-year old boy can be--when on the afternoon of Sunday, April 17, 1960--two days before the home opener, I learned from my grandfather, also a big Indians fan, that GM Frank Lane had just traded beloved Rocky Colavito to Detroit--for what? a singles hitter? And then I suffered for the next three decades, along with the rest of the city, when the ensuing curse was at its worst, prompting fans to annually talk about "June swoons," and to vow early each July, "Wait until next year." Starting in the 1990s, as the curse ebbed, I watched, in awe, as the Indians won pennants in 1995 and 1997, and appeared to be on their way to winning another in 2007, when Boston came from down 3-1, just like the Cubs this year, to win that series. But over all the years and considering all of the teams I've cheered and then cried over, this 2016 Indians team may have been the best and the most exciting. So overachieving, so resilient, so never-say-die. So, wait until next year! (And this year, I really mean it.)
