In the wake of the Sox signing Omar Vizquel, The 35th Street Review checks in on the 1998-2009 Chicago White Sox’ quest to become the 1995-1999 Cleveland Indians.
Asking the important questions, like: when is it okay to cheer for Satan?
Forget the Indians, for they are merely the less funny of two jokes.
Just kidding: they won’t. But they might! And so might everyone else!
The Indians will win. Or lose. Or beat you up. Part three in a series, rated PG-13 for some strong language.
All the critics love U in Cleveland.
They lost tonight – so who needs tomorrow? Everyone, that’s who.
The myth of “Perfect attendance” infiltrates the American League East.
The Cleveland baseball decade in review, starring JoBo as himself.
There are probably some interesting stats out there about Cuban exiles getting their first major league hits, nice guy sluggers getting booed by an angry Cleveland fan base, quasi-controversial catchers hitting solo home runs three pitches too late, or improved bullpens actually showing struggles easily as bad as their predecessors’, but here’s one that certainly [...]
Some numbers are greater than the sum of their parts. Five-hundred, for example.
How do you spell relief? C-a-l-l-u-p.
