I’ll keep this quick, as I have more pressing matters to attending to in life (read: beer and women), but after the series with Detroit, one thing is very obvious about this Indians team: it’s a good team that just isn’t ready to compete with the big boys, and you know what, that’s OK. To be frank, I didn’t watch more than a few innings of the Tigers series, because I didn’t think the Indians were as good as Detroit. The Tribe is just 3-13 in the season series against the Motor City Kitties, and yeah that record is terrible, but didn’t we know they were going to be better than us?
When Chris Perez blew the save on Monday it brought back memories of the Grady Sizemore dropped ball in Kansas City that killed our playoff momentum several years ago. What year was that?
Obviously, there’s a lot going on with Perez, but for the most part his on-field performance has been solid. His Monday let down couldn’t have come at a worse time, and honestly, it’s probably what cost the team the series. While many in the media and fan base think Perez owes them an explanation for what happened Monday, I think it’s pretty self-explanatory: he sucked.
People have bad days at work, but his just happened to come at an important juncture in the season while potentially millions of people were watching. Maybe watching the Bachelorette wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.
As long as Perez addressed the situation with his teammates, and I don’t know if he did, then I’m OK with it. I don’t need words from people to explain their actions, because I always go by what I see people do. In my eyes, all is forgiven with Perez, even though I’d like to see him leave the team. Feel free to call me crazy, you know I don’t care.
Last night, I saw this from Ryan Isley. It’s probably a true statement.
That’s about the point in which I turned off the Indians game and turned on 24 (yes, with Jack Bauer. I have to be caught up before he returns this fall). During that time, I was looking at my phone and I saw the following Tweet:
I won’t lie, I was confused, upset, and happy all at the same time. I know the Indians played 14 innings the night before, but there wasn’t ONE pitcher available to get them through the ninth inning?
Fine. There wasn’t.
Once I figured out what was happening and accepted it (seven stages of grief style), I was proud that Raburn was willing, probably after he was ordered, to pitch. He pitched a perfect ninth inning, and while it doesn’t mean much in the long term, it shows that there are people on the team dedicated to a winning attitude even if that game is essentially already over.
To end this rambling, keep this in mind. There are roughly seven weeks of baseball left in the season, and the Indians are seven games out. Anything is possible, and the remaining Tribe schedule is very manageable. The team can certainly win 90 games and blow away any expectations most had at the beginning of the season. If they don’t make the playoffs, are you really going to be upset? I mean, the team is head and shoulders above where it was at this point last year.
Sit back, enjoy the ride, and wait for that Raburn dude to pitch again. I think that kid has a future in the majors.