This is the season of discontent for Indians fans. The tease of spring hopes have been followed with the reality of summer swoons — June or July, take your pick.
Too many of us foolishly think large men wearing orange helmets can restore civic pride. We baseball fans know they will get nothing but violence, a zillion beer commercials and a winter that seems colder every year.
So we soldier on, listening to Tom Hamilton and figuring a summer night has joy even if it does not hold any hope for victory or baseball in October.
No matter how much we try to put on a happy face, there are questions:
If this season is lost, have we at least made our prospects better for next season?