Sports
A bunch of crazy-looking bearded freaks have just won the World Series. YEAH!!!!
They’re our beloved 2013 Boston Red Sox, led by the massively good-humored Dominican slugger David “Big Papi” Ortiz and a Japanese relief pitcher half his size.
All season they’ve played like a cross between Biblical zealots on fire for their craft and crazed hippies out dancing around the campfire---just like it should be when grown men devote themselves to a kid's game.
They pull each others’ beards, laugh, high five, yell and hit. And they have just now blown organized baseball, with all its slick hype and moneyball millions, back to where it belongs.
So too the Hub, city of my birth.
This spring it was shattered by a senseless bombing at our gorgeous Marathon. For more than a century the town faithful have packed streets once run by the Sons of Liberty, now by Marathon runners from everywhere, conquering Heartbreak Hill to bask in the glories of a hard-win finish and a tank of Sam Adams.
It was hellish to have all that so insanely assaulted. It’s a hurt that will never entirely go away.
Columbus will once again be the center of soccer in America in a few short weeks. For the fourth time at Crew Stadium, the United States men's soccer team will face off against bitter rival Mexico with a place in the World Cup on the line. The best soccer players from both countries will face off in the most hotly contested game in the region.
The Americans track record against Mexico in Columbus is sterling. Three games played, three 2-0 wins. The U.S. defeated “El Triâ” in the bitter cold of an Ohio winter in 2001, a game that was dubbed “La Guerra Friaâ.” The Mexicans, unused to temperatures in the 20s and surrounded by a rowdy pro U.S. crowd, lost to the U.S. in a World Cup Qualifier for the first time since 1980. The Americans duplicated the feat in 2005 and 2009. The scoreline has even created a phrase. "Dos-a-Cero" has spurred supporters' chants and t-shirts to celebrate the U.S. success in Columbus.
Is it the work of Chief Wahoo, the most racist logo in all of sports?
Has the ridiculous, buck-toothed profoundly offensive caricature of a single-feathered native poked yet another hole Cleveland's soul?
Mark Welch, part Ho-de-no-sau-nee (Iroquois) and part Lakota (Sioux) might say so.
Mark is a mainstay of the native community in Ohio's capital. For years he's joined other activists when the season opens in Cleveland. They picket in protest of a cartoon they find deeply offensive.
In response, Cleveland Indian fans throw beer at them.
It's time to reconsider.
The departure of LeBron James from the Cavaliers is a death blow. Barring a miracle, no major sports franchise in this tough, depressed lake town has even a remote shot at a league title in the near future.
Not since the glory days of the football Browns and their great running back, Jim Brown, has there been a champion in Cleveland.
The Browns and Cavs have both threatened since. The Indians twice came within a run of winning the World Series.