The New Season

As one sport comes to an end (baseball) another begins (hockey). As much as I dislike winter, with the cold, snow, shorter days and lack of sunlight, the winter months go by much quicker with the sport of hockey.

Now I grew up playing basketball, but I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the coolest game on ice. Mind you, I couldn't skate a lick, but I was mesmerized when my sainted father took me to my first hockey game at the old Cleveland Arena. I remember it well, snow was falling, and the Cleveland Barons were playing the Hershey Bears of the American Hockey League. The Barons were a farm team of the Canadians and were owned by Al Suphin. The NHL had six teams then but the Barons were considered the best 7th team in the NHL, that is to say, they were so good they could have played in the NHL but were an AHL team.

I remember the game being lightening fast, graceful, and physical. In those days chicken wire surrounded the rink (now there is Plexiglas) and fights on the ice were plentiful. If the players got too close to the chicken wire, you could see fans trying to intervene by grabbing an opponent by the hair so that the home town hero would win the battle. Cleveland didn't have an NBA team then, so hockey was the sport of passion and preference in the early 1960's.

As I grew up, I followed the Barons, then the Cleveland Crusaders of the WHA, and then the NHL Cleveland Barons in the 1970's. Cleveland was a great hockey town, but the NHL placed a crummy team in Cleveland in the NHL Barons (imagine this year's Washington Nationals in baseball) and the team was never marketed properly. Hockey died in Cleveland but my love for the sport remained.

When I went to Seminary I attended a few Fort Wayne Komet games, and on vicarage I was able to follow the St. Louis Blues. To see the Blues play in the Old Checkerdome is a memory I will cherish, as the Checkerdome was an old hockey "barn" in the truest sense.

I was thrilled when the BlueJackets were born in Columbus, and to see the team birthed and then transformed into a playoff contender is satisfying. My daughter Emily has begun to share my joy in hockey, and for her birthday the entire family is going to the opener against Minnesota. Saturday will bring back memories, of a dad who loved to take his son to a hockey game in Cleveland, and will hopefully begin new memories for my Emily and the rest of the family. Some families enjoy going to movies. Others like going to the play. We go to ball games, or hockey games, and I for one am looking forward to Saturday night.

The Last Home Game

Well the last home game of a dismal season is over for our beloved Featherheads. What did we learn? We learned that this team was a bunch of underacheivers. It had little starting pitching outside of Cliff Lee, a bullpen from Hades, a one armed DH who gave new meaning to warning track power, a gimpy center fielder, a manager who loved utility players, and in the end, a team of minor leaguers learning to play the game of major league baseball. What does the future hold? Hope always springs eternal, and there will be new hope this winter as a new manager is hired.

But the more things change, the more they remain the same. This team is woefully short of starting pitching. There is a lack of a number one and two starter and it remains to be seen how the bullpen sorts out next spring. If these last two home games have taught us anything, they have served to reinforce the VALUE of starting pitching. You need a starting staff that will get the team into the seventh inning. That's for starters. Without that, all hope is lost for a winning season.

If I were the Indians brass, I would trade Peralta for even more pitching, send Santana to the winter league to work on his ability to handle a pitching staff, and work with Carmona and Masterson in the off season so that they will develop into the starting pitchers that the Fans of Cleveland hope to have in order to contend in 2010. Hope springs eternal, only if you have starting pitching.

Eric Wedge

So Wedge is fired. I never want to see anyone lose his job. However, I am happy with this move. I understand that Wedge knew about this move for a few days, which goes to show what a class act he is. He has conducted himself in the past few days in a professional manner. He is a class act, too bad he couldn't maximize his talent. STO says not to be surprised if Wedge gets the Atlanta job. Good luck, Eric Wedge. And please, Indians, win.

Anderson it is!

The Browns today names Derek Anderson the starter for Sunday. Ink stained wretches (and others) will say that this move will harm Brady Quinn's development, that it will "mess with his head." As much money as these QBs make, they can deal with it. It is all about competition. And as I mentioned in my previous post, I really don't care who starts. I just want the Browns to win. Seeing as they have started the season with three losses, and have looked terrible in each loss, it can't get any worse. As a fan, I just want my team to win. Anderson, Quinn, I don't care who the QB is, just win. Please.