So I’ve left the TV on as I’m cooking, and I hear something that sounds interesting. It’s about the Cleveland Indians. I go to look, and it’s Tommy Lasorda talking to a woman in her kitchen, saying ‘So the Indians didn’t make the playoffs again!’ He goes on to encourage the mourning Tribe fans to go watch the playoffs anyway because that is what true baseball fans live for. Watch it on FOX.
Fuck off, Tommy! And you too, FOX.
You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.
A true baseball fan loves baseball, yes, I’ll grant you that, but a true Cleveland fan bleeds for Chief Wahoo and dies a little inside when we get steamrolled.
And by the way, Mr. Dodgers, L.A. has 2 runners cut down at plate on 1 play? Good to know your team isn’t stinking up the grass- Oh wait, you are!
Screw you both. I’m a Tribe Fan, and if I don’t wanna watch the god damned playoffs because my team isn’t in them, then I’m loyal and devoted and a true fan.
I don’t live for the playoffs. I don’t live for a grand slam.
I live for that double-play action, a balk, an unassisted double play, an inside the park home run, a ball getting lost in the ivy at Wrigley, someone stealing home, the perfect pick-off, the slide that breaks the double play and dumps the second baseman in the dirt, the diving catch in left, the guy who bounces off the wall in right, a shoestring catch in center, the catcher diving into the stands to get the pop out. I live for the special shit, not the playoffs. Like two guys, out at home in one play.
Now that’s baseball!