We've entered another phase of the offseason. Here's a chance for those of us who care to chart our highs and lows throughout the summer, punctuated by a seriously grumpy Clem telling us to take up gardening or something. If we keep most of the chatter in here, it could be fun to read through at the end of the year.
I'll start with an interesting factoid. People have been tossing around the fact that yesterday's game between Toronto and Cleveland was the longest Opening Day game in Major League history at sixteen innings. Did you know, though, that it isn't even the longest home opener in Cleveland Indians history? In 1992--when I was seven and knee high to a sea turtle--went to watch the Tribe open their second-to-last season at Municipal Stadium against the Boston Red Sox. I don't know if we stayed for all of it, but my dad and I certainly stayed for most of the nineteen-inning affair, which we of course lost, 7-5.
Happy Baseball, everyone.