I'll tell ya what, I kind of love the fact that Cleveland won it's first championship in 50 years and there's nothing you can do to convince them that some sort of curse hasn't been broken. You've got Browns players going from hopeless to having Super Bowl aspirations in one block of Andre Iguodala layup. You've got the Indians stealing ideas from early 90's sports comedies presumably because that's exactly what their corresponding basketball team did before the started their run to a title. I knew Cleveland loved it's sports teams, but I had no idea the city was this cohesive. The best basketball player in the world wills his team to a title and all the sudden every franchise whose home venue resides within a 10 mile radius has already decided it's their year. It's actually kind of endearing when you think about. In a weird way, that might be the best thing for them. There is literally no other reason for the Browns or Indians to think they have any shot of hoisting their sports' respective trophies other than it being destiny. That's why I love the idea of Indians setting up a 'Jobu' shrine. If a World Series is all but a foregone conclusion then they are going to have to have some cool stories for the media when they get there. Is there a better way to make headlines than channeling the spirit of an alcoholic VooDoo doll used by a parodied version of your baseball team over 25 years ago? I suppose there might be, but I would save your words because Cleveland fans are currently about as receptive to the opinions of others as Jesus Christ is to a curveball. Excuse me, is you saying something? Naaaaah, you can't tell Cleveland nothing! P.S. The name of the trophy given to the World Series is called 'The Commissioner's Trophy'? Jesus Christ baseball, no wonder I don't watch you.
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