Re-learning to enjoy a Cleveland-less playoffs

Over the years, between the Indians’ run of the late nineties plus the 2007 blip and the Cavalier era of success from ’05-’10, I’ve become pretty accustomed to watching one of my Cleveland teams in the playoffs. Now, with that not being the case, I find myself having to struggle to enjoy playoff baseball again. Take the Tigers, for example. We spent all year battling them in the AL Central, so I clearly do not want to see them succeed. I will always respect and admire one of my favorite Indians, Victor Martinez. Other than that, the whole team irks me really. Jose Valverde is arrogant and I’m pretty sure he’s some sort of witch doctor. Miguel Cabrera is a cocky, plump, whiskey-wielding goon. Jhonny Peralta is having a career year after seemingly phoning it in and playing with such little emotion here in Cleveland near the end. I respect Justin Verlander’s greatness, but I cannot STAND the Tigers. Period. It should be the Tribe there, and I t...