What kind of cosmic cruelty is this nonsense?
Two weeks after baseball and the sporting world came to a crashing halt due to concerns centering around the spread of the coronavirus, Major League Baseball’s annual holiday is just an afterthought in most people’s minds. While the game in Cleveland had not generated the usual celebratory hype (most notably seen in the lackluster ticket sales and the lack of a rapid sellout for the best-attended game of every season) for a variety of reasons – underwhelming offseason, boring matchup against an abysmal Detroit Tigers team, and the likelihood for inclement weather at Progressive Field in late March, to name a few – Opening Day still marks a turning of the tides and the hopes of summer and fair weather not too far off on the horizon.
Of course, the forecast for 1:00 PM on Thursday afternoon is 59 degrees with a roughly 15% chance of rain throughout the afternoon and a reasonable 10-15 MPH wind that would not feel like it was cutting to the bone as in previous chillier Opening Days on the Cleveland lakefront.
Well, we don’t have Opening Day today. Which is a shame, because it looks lovely out. (OF COURSE a global pandemic would force the cancellation of baseball games for what could have been the nicest opener in years as well as the earliest.)
But at least we have some bobbleheads. The National Bobblehead Hall of Fame and Museum, in partnership with FOCO, has unveiled limited edition bobbleheads of Ketchup, Mustard and Onion.
Did The Tribe Win Last Night continues its excavation project by digging through the archives for some of our best and favorite pieces since 2011. Movies are the theme for this week as many Ohioans acclimate to life on lock down. Continue to practice social distancing and wash those hands for at least 20 seconds. – BT
Today’s find comes from former DTTWLN writer and ten-time published author Jonathan Knight, dating back to July 24, 2015.
Picture Robert Stack in a dark overcoat meandering toward camera through a foggy alley. Over the opening chords of that tinkly theme song he speaks the following words in a low, gravelly voice that makes you think he’s passing along state secrets:
It’s a typical Tuesday night, and everybody’s settling in to watch the Indians’ latest textbook example of how not to score runs.
Just after the game begins (and the Indians strand their first runner in scoring position), venerable MLB.com reporter Jordan Bastian posts an intriguing little story. To coincide with that evening’s much-anticipated “Major League Night” at Miller Park in Milwaukee, Bastian chatted with Tribe manager Terry Francona about an enigmatic comment he made before the game.
A tragic boating accident that hours earlier claimed the life of young Indians reliever Steve Olin took a second casualty, as reliever Tim Crews succumbed to his injuries sustained when his bass boat struck a dock on Little Lake Nellie on an off day for the club during their spring training work at Winter Haven, Florida. Crews was 31 years old.
Ted Cox occupies an interesting place in baseball history.
He’s a footnote in the record books, but to Cleveland fans, he’s probably best known for being part of one of the many deals in the 1970s that led Indians fans to smack their foreheads and go, “WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING?”