The editorial staff of Banners has made no attempt to hide the fact we are Cleveland fans. Our family comes from NE Ohio, some of us still here, and the teams that represent the city on the crooked river are ours. That means that as I drove home from work on Wednesday night I had the distinctly grim experience of listening to the hope slowly drain from the voice of the best play by play man in the game, Tom Hamilton. When Brett Gardner’s single essentially doomed the Indians to another soul sucking loss, I turned the game off.
Why do we care so much?
