There sure is a lot to love about this Cleveland Indians team, and to see them make the World Series in the same year that LeBron’s Cavaliers broke Cleveland’s epic 52-year championship drought is really something. But until Northeast Ohioans can manage to demand that their billionaire sports-owners not employ open and casual racism with their sports logos and team names, the Curse of Chief Wahoo gives me more to believe in than a bunch of guys who get paid millions to play baseball with “Cleveland” on their shirts, most if not all of whom will leave Cleveland the first chance they get.
The Curse of Chief Wahoo is in the World Series again
