ochoseis tribe.jpg[/attachment:rh4jkydx] I've never kept my AL affair secret, and if there was ever any doubt, I moved in with her two years ago. The Mets don't mind. They know that my heart is still with them. She's a little cold sometimes - last time I saw her was Monday night, and although her scoreboard said 70 degrees, it was really more like 60 and windy and rainy. On the twenty-sixth of June. And after the fourth inning, she looked like she was going to turn into a real loser. But this happened... 20170626_223648.jpg[/attachment:rh4jkydx] Great things about the Indians: - District tickets. $13 gets you standing room and one free beer. The choices are Bud, Miller, or Labatt's, but it's still free beer. Or soda or bottled water if you'd prefer. Arrive at the bar early enough, and you can sit at a table overlooking right field from club level as long as you want. And there's a fire pit nearby. You'll appreciate it (see above). - Jason Kipnis is the only player in the majors who has smooth jazz walkup music. His fans are bringing inflatable saxophones to the ballpark. - They sing the José, José, José chant for Jose Ramirez, their superutility player who had a breakout 2016 and is currently OPSing .940. I've given up on telling the people around me that Mets fans were there first and I just accept it now. - Their Terry is better than our Terry. Not great things about the Indians: The first baseman, Carlos Santana, wears #41. Every time I see a SANTANA 41 jersey, a few hundred brain cells explode from the cognitive dissonance. Fucking Chief Wahoo. He's an embarrassment to the club and to the city. I think he'll go away as soon as everyone stops telling the club to get rid of him. The Indians have been pushing the blocked C logo for the past five or ten years, but the fans are hanging on to the Chief, partially in defiance and partially in recognition that his days are numbered, and they want to snap up the Wahoo logo while they still can. Progressive Field - way too quiet.