This space has been empty for the last month, since the day after the Cavs bowed out of the playoffs, but really what has there been to say?
If there were something here about the Indians over the past month, it would look something like this: loss, win, loss, loss, win, loss, win, win, win -- hey, we're over .500 and beating the White Sox this year! -- loss, win, loss, loss, win, loss -- OK, the White Sox are back, let's get back over .500 and start a streak, oh never mind -- followed by who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares and who cares.
The Indians are now 32-39, haven't won two games in a row during June, and are 33% closer to last place than first. And it took them about two weeks longer than the rest of us to give up on the season. Last night, about three innings after manager Eric Wedge said if one of the Indians makes an error, the pitcher comes back and strikes out the next guy, two Indians made boneheaded plays and pitcher C.C. Sabathia struck out nobody and gave up.
But at least he's sorry!
Now not only does God hate Cleveland sports, not only do all the fans hate Cleveland sports, but C.C. Sabathia hates Cleveland sports. God showed his pleasure with the Cubs eight-run third inning by laughing so hard he cried, generating a downpour of near Noah's Ark proportions that washed away the game after seven innings.
The rest of us just cried, for the Cavs season -- which ended just as expected, just not how it was expectged -- is a month in the past and the Browns season is three months in the future. Which means nothing is in our present, because no one cares. Fitting that the Indians have closed the gap with the White Sox by beating them seven of 12 times so far this season, but are still 15 games behind the Detroit Tigers for first and 14 behind the White Sox for the wild card.
Well, except for God. He cares because he hates, and you can't hate if you don't care. The rest of us will be waiting for next year with our hands covering our heads.