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Cleveland Rocks(Well)

Oh, Holy Night!
Zingy! Zingy! Ova-dey!

Cleveland is on the verge of playing for it's second pro title of the year. The Cavs were just too young and overwhelmed. They gave it their best. In no small part due to LeBron. But I must say, Bron, you should have bought an Indians cap. Because, the Plum City's Champs are going to be your next door neighbors from the Jake!

I am Chief Wahoo! Note the resemblance between yours truly and the Indians' mascot. I always have. It's the nose... and the hair... and the big teeth. Anyone who is offended by that logo has to go through me. I bought this new cap today. My Joe Charboneau vintage hat from 1981 is about to bite the dust and I no longer want to wear it in public. I wore it last Sunday, then retired it. Maybe I should send it to Bron. Ha ha.



The Cleveland Indians are the shiz! And behind big old C.C. tomorrow they advance to the World Series. The Indians haven't won a Series since the Truman administration. That's the 20th Century, y'all. This is for Rocky Colavito, Andre Thornton, Lenny Barker, Oscar Gamble, Gaylord Perry, Mudcat Grant, Mike Hargrove, Duane Kuiper, Rico Carty, Neal Heaton, Ray Fosse, Buddy Bell, Herb Score, Miguel Dilone, Sam McDowell, Kenny Lofton (wait, he's still on the team!), Frank Duffy, Jim Kern, Alan Bannister, Greg Swindell, Rick Waits, Jorge Orta, Cory Snyder, Chuck Nagy, Sandy Alomar, Pat Tabler, Tom Candiotti, Sid Monge and my all-time Indian fave Rick Manning!

Party's at my place next Wednesday when the Indians host the Rockies for game ONE! And, Steve Sherman, if you call to say "ROAD TRIP" for Sunday's game in Denver I might have to go!!!

Wahooooooooooo!!!

Go Tribe!
Peace & Disco Beats

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Unknown said…
Uh OHHHHHH! circa 10:58PM EDT on 10/18/07. Middle 7, babe. Of course, it's when I bragged to my Yankees friend Tuesday night about how well Wake's knuckler was knuckling that the flood gates opened... Maybe I shouldn't say anything here. Time to press "publish your comment".
8:00 PM, October 18, 2007
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