What a stupid season. What a wonderful season.
Even now, I’m not sure how I want to encapsulate my feelings on the year as a whole. Actually, I don’t think it can be neatly packed up; if anything our and other writers’ analyses of the 2019 Cleveland Indians season resemble the chaotic coalescing of a katamari.
I don’t want to belabor it anymore. The postseason churns without the Tribe, and we must look forward to the offseason. Yeah. I’m ... I’m not “looking forward” to it either after last offseason.
The best case scenario?