I’m off to Cleveland

for a few days. Tonight, weather permitting, I hope to see the Cleveland Indians play the Detroit Tigers. In doing so, I will indulge my personal fascination with terrible professional sports teams. This morbid fascination is probably rooted in a personality defect, coupled with too much boyhood exposure to the Washington Senators of the late 1950s (now the Twins). I had the privilege, thanks to my conservative cousin from New York, of watching the worst team in the history of modern baseball — the 1962 New York Mets. I also saw the 1988 Baltimore Orioles who lost their first 21 games of the season (if memory serves) and last year’s edition, which lost something like 32 out of their last 36. This year’s Tigers are on pace to challenge the Mets’ record for futility, although one or two weeks of mediocre play at some point in the season will probably derail the challenge. In any event, I look forward to viewing the wreckage tonight at lovely Jacobs field.


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