Go Tribe!

I am not much of a sports fan (I take books to hockey games, sorry Matt), but I was excited to wake up this morning and find out the Cleveland Indians are one game away from making it to the World Series. Why, do you ask, would someone with no interest in sports care? I mean, I make it a point to go to the market during Ohio State football games. One simple reason, my dad.

I have so many memories of growing up and having the Indians games playing in the background on television. The first professional baseball game I ever went to was a Cleveland Indians double-header. This was back when Municipal Stadium was the playing field. Michelle and I played a game of counting the color of cars on the long drive from Bellefontaine to Cleveland. I cannot begin to tell you why I remember all of this. I don't even remember if they won that day, but it has stuck with me nearly 25 years later. My dad was raised a Cleveland fan, and for better or worse, it has been passed to me as well (what little there is).

My sister and her son Connor are probably staying up 'til all hours to watch the games. I can just hear Connor yell with each run and out. Good thing he doesn't have school on Friday in case they win. I also know my friends Michael and Marlys are rooting for the Tribe and what a lovely wedding gift it would be for them if Cleveland beats Boston. Good thing game 3 will be in Colorado or we would have to move the wedding and reception to Jacob's Field.

So what else can I say, Go Tribe!