I know what it’s like to be stereotyped – Aaron Dorksen, in the ‘Meet the Staff’ paragraph here in the DR press box, calls me gruff and lovable. In reality, I’m neither, except occasionally, and only when warranted.
Like other baseball fans, I’ve been watching the Indians with great interest. In lots of other seasons in my lifetime, the Tribe’s been residing in or near the basement by early May, destined to stay there the whole summer. Something about this year’s edition has me thinking differently, namely the starting pitching.
Also a firm believer in “Look good, play good,” I like the new road uniforms, as well as the old-style home unis. The hats, with what looks like an iron-on ‘C’ on the front, I’m not so sure. The red hats are hideous.
But the lids are more noticeable for what’s not there — Chief Wahoo, who makes an occasional appearance on the home lids, and on jersey sleeves. Other than that, he seems to be fading away.
Not sure how I feel about the long-standing symbol, one of the most recognizable in sports. Then again, I’m not a Native American, but, if you think how offensive similar logos would be to other races, maybe it’s not such a bad idea that the Chief is spending more time in retirement than on the diamond.
Category: Cleveland Indians