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Cleveland Indians: No words after a total collapse against the Reds

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Isn’t baseball just the worst sometimes? The Cleveland Indians had a win all settled with a four-run lead in the ninth. Nope! No lead is ever safe!


Trevor Bauer didn’t deserve that. Cleveland Indians fans didn’t deserve that. What even was “that”? What is the sport of baseball? The Reds? The Cincinnati Reds?


Remember that episode of The Office when Toby returns from Costa Rica? Michael comes into the office completely unaware that Toby is back.

I watched the Indians take a four to nothing lead into the ninth inning against the Cincinnati Reds, completely unaware of what was going to happen.

Kelly and Jim tried to tell him. They tried to warn him. But he just wouldn’t listen. Toby was there for a week before he even knew.

The Reds’ recent hot streak should’ve scared me. My Reds fan friend messaging me should’ve gotten through to me. The Indians bullpen has been blowing games all season, I should’ve known better.

Oh but I didn’t.

And oh did they blow it.

2018 All-Star Trevor Bauer went eight innings, gave up zero runs and struck out 12 batters. He became the second pitcher in MLB history to have seven consecutive starts of eight strikeouts or more without giving up a home run, the other being Pedro Martinez (who set the record with eight).

He threw 111 pitches. That’s an average of almost 14 pitches per inning. What is the difference between 111 and 125 pitches? The common man may say 14 but I say it’s a win and the lack of sadness. I say there would still be a pint of Ben and Jerry’s in my freezer and not an empty carton filled with tissues in my garbage can.

So while I was excited to write about Jose and Lindor hitting dingers, another Bauer outage and a must needed win, I instead leave you with the same final words from that episode of The Office.

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Dwight: “What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.”