Something wicked this way comes...
The most enjoyable aspect of being
a Cleveland fan
is wondering just how things will go **** up this time. It could be a player
acquisition or ownership change, a trade or a new manager. Whatever the move, no
matter how positive at first blush, Cleveland
fans are always sneaking glances into the corner where the shadows are. There
hides the Paranoia Monster, an insatiable beast with yellow eyes and sharp
claws waiting to unzip our collective guts for the umpteenth time since 1964.
The Terry Francona hire should defy
such unreasonable behavior. The Tribe's new manager comes in a shiny package of
two World Series rings, earned through successful massaging of the egos that
came with a heavily bankrolled Boston Red Sox team. Hell, Francona should get a
banana sticker just for dealing with Manny Ramirez's antics.
Getting Francona to coach up the
Indians is like getting a Cowher or Gruden to commit to the Browns. It's an