By Stephen Thomas (@15Stephen15)
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I’m Stephen Thomas with Here’s The Thing.
Well hello there, friends and inmates, it’s good to be back. Due to travel, heavy drinking and the agony of defeat last week, I wasn’t able to pass along my World Series wrap up. Since I know you all plan your lives based solely on my opinions like I’m Miss Cleo, I thought today I’d ease your pain. (That’s a very subtle Field Of Dreams reference right there, so let’s talk some baseball)
See, Here’s The Thing; It was a fantastic World Series, with everyone including God himself pitching in to make it memorable. (Hey God, the rain delay at the end of Game 7, extending the championship drought of both cities just a little longer, was pretty funny. Cruel, but funny.) Hopefully the drama of this series shuts up the “Baseball is slow” crowd, but as I’ve always said if it doesn’t, then good riddance to them – we don’t need their A.D.D. butts around the National Pastime, anyway. Naturally, as a Cleveland fan I didn’t like the outcome, but for a team picked third in their division, missing their 2nd and 3rd starters and their best position player, to get within 1/2 inch of a championship against a great team like the Cubs was a helluva run. This series had everything but Morganna, Fan Man and Barry Bremen. Masterful starting pitching. Ridiculous bullpen arms. Clutch swing after swing after swing from bat after bat after bat. Brilliant plays. Unspeakable errors. Two of the best managers in the game, pulling every lever on a near-perfect level. All of it leading fans in both cities through a seven game emotional zipline over shark-infested waters, down to the final out and literally the last man on the Indians bench. If Naquin had caught that ball in the 1st in Game 6 … If Kipnis had taken the walk Chapman was desperately trying to give him in the 9th of Game 7 … nah, not going to do that. As normal and familiar as it feels as a Cleveland fan to play the gut-wrenching “What If” game, I’m just going to enjoy the 2016 World Series for what it was: perfection.
Look, congratulations to Cubs fans, I know exactly how you feel ending a sports curse: the joy and exhilaration matched only by the indescribable sense of relief. Enjoy your history. For Cleveland? Only about 95 days until pitchers and catchers report.