The 2020 Cleveland Indians

[bigfoot5415]

Such a shame what that franchise has become. Used to be so good.

Ya I would pump probably a few hundred hours into it annually. Now its an arcade for children.

 

[CATS44]

I dont know if this is appropriate. I'm a newbie. If not, delete it.

My history with the Indians goes back to the fifth game of the 1954 World Series, a game that never happened. Dad bought field box seats at $2.50 a pop...a lot of money back then. Even though I was only three, he wanted me to see the Indians, because he said they were old and hurt, and this was their last hurrah.

Several years later I was at my Grandpas down the street for s family picnic. I remember my Dad, Grandpa, and uncles standing around talking about Gil McDougals line drive that effectively ended Herb Scores career. It was as if we were at a funeral.

Rocky Colavito was...and still is..my favorite player. For some reason a Tribe game at Baltimore was on TV on a Friday night, and we saw the Rock hit four home runs. We had an old 11 inch TV that Dad had won in a drawing at the county fair. It was so dim that the lights had to be turned off to watch it. Mom was doing her ironing and would only turn off the lights when Rocky was up. We complained a lot. But after the Rock hit number three, she decided the rest of the ironing could wait.

My Dad heard that Colavito had been trading by that dirty SOB, Trader Frank Lane. He left work early to make sure he was home when school was out in order to break the news to me gently. There is no gentle when your hero is traded.

I know where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with for every no hitter that a Tribe pitcher has thrown in my lifetime. Usually, I was with my cousin Bill and one of my uncles...sitting on a front porch.

When we had Gaylord, the Indians would try to arrange the rotation so that he would pitch at home on Friday nights. He was pitching once against Jim Palmer. Bill and I drove up to watch them, but got a speeding ticket..and a lecture..in Independence. We got there in the bottom of the second with Baltimore leading 2-1. Neither pitcher allowed a baserunner the rest of the way. We werent in the stadium more than ninety minutes....lol.

Bill and I took a younger cousin to the infamous Ten Cent Beer Night. We sat ten rows behind the Rangers dugout, and watched Billy Martin, bat in hand, charge onto the field.

We were at another Friday night game, when with two outs in the bottom of the night Leron Lee crashed into Carlton Fisk to score the winning run. We were jumping around like crazy...until we saw Fisks.leg at a 90% angle.

I took my kids to a Sunday afternoon game. Sat a few rows from John Adam's. The Tribe was down three runs to Detroit in the ninth. With two outs we loaded the bases and Omar came to the plate. He, of all people, hit a grand slam that JUST cleared the RF fence.

The Indians have been the background music to my childhood...and my adult life. Jimmy Dudley...'Welcome to Cleveland Municipal Stadium'..Bob Neale...Joe Tait..'Its a beautiful night for baseball'....Hammy.....and Herb Score. How can anybody not love Herbie?

Anyway, that's my story...or at least part of it..and I'm sticking to it.

 

[DCTribefan]

I dont know if this is appropriate. I'm a newbie. If not, delete it.

My history with the Indians goes back to the fifth game of the 1954 World Series, a game that never happened. Dad bought field box seats at $2.50 a pop...a lot of money back then. Even though I was only three, he wanted me to see the Indians, because he said they were old and hurt, and this was their last hurrah.

Several years later I was at my Grandpas down the street for s family picnic. I remember my Dad, Grandpa, and uncles standing around talking about Gil McDougals line drive that effectively ended Herb Scores career. It was as if we were at a funeral.

Rocky Colavito was...and still is..my favorite player. For some reason a Tribe game at Baltimore was on TV on a Friday night, and we saw the Rock hit four home runs. We had an old 11 inch TV that Dad had won in a drawing at the county fair. It was so dim that the lights had to be turned off to watch it. Mom was doing her ironing and would only turn off the lights when Rocky was up. We complained a lot. But after the Rock hit number three, she decided the rest of the ironing could wait.

My Dad heard that Colavito had been trading by that dirty SOB, Trader Frank Lane. He left work early to make sure he was home when school was out in order to break the news to me gently. There is no gentle when your hero is traded.

I know where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with for every no hitter that a Tribe pitcher has thrown in my lifetime. Usually, I was with my cousin Bill and one of my uncles...sitting on a front porch.

When we had Gaylord, the Indians would try to arrange the rotation so that he would pitch at home on Friday nights. He was pitching once against Jim Palmer. Bill and I drove up to watch them, but got a speeding ticket..and a lecture..in Independence. We got there in the bottom of the second with Baltimore leading 2-1. Neither pitcher allowed a baserunner the rest of the way. We werent in the stadium more than ninety minutes....lol.

Bill and I took a younger cousin to the infamous Ten Cent Beer Night. We sat ten rows behind the Rangers dugout, and watched Billy Martin, bat in hand, charge onto the field.

We were at another Friday night game, when with two outs in the bottom of the night Leron Lee crashed into Carlton Fisk to score the winning run. We were jumping around like crazy...until we saw Fisks.leg at a 90% angle.

I took my kids to a Sunday afternoon game. Sat a few rows from John Adam's. The Tribe was down three runs to Detroit in the ninth. With two outs we loaded the bases and Omar came to the plate. He, of all people, hit a grand slam that JUST cleared the RF fence.

The Indians have been the background music to my childhood...and my adult life. Jimmy Dudley...'Welcome to Cleveland Municipal Stadium'..Bob Neale...Joe Tait..'Its a beautiful night for baseball'....Hammy.....and Herb Score. How can anybody not love Herbie?

Anyway, that's my story...or at least part of it..and I'm sticking to it.

Cats: Welcome to the Reno and Corey-free fan forum. I think you’ll find it refreshing. Glad you migrated over as did I about several months ago.

 

[The Human Q-Tip]

Thanks for the kind words.

As a note on how I personally view online forums...

I fantasize that I am sitting in a sports bar with all you guys...and gals...watching a Tribe game, downing a few beers (well, maybe not a few), and discussing like crazy all aspects of the game and baseball in general.

I seldom, if ever, take offense. If we were doing this in person, I'd be laughing a lot..as long as the Tribe was winning.

So feel free to fire away. I dont mind at all. I actually enjoy the back and forth, and please dont take anything personal.

That's exactly how it should be. And I think we've all been there where there is that one guy who just won't let an argument go, and keeps pushing his point and berating those who don't agree. Nobody likes that guy.

Likewise, nobody likes the guy who keeps trying to derail deliberately a good discussion by mocking those who are participating as if the whole discussion is beneath them. The barroom trolls. As long as we all try not to be either one of those guys, that sounds like a pretty good bar.

 

[Stark]

MLB 20 The Show just dropped and is without a doubt the best sports game/franchise on the market (maybe besides FIFA).

 

[Out of the Rafters at the Q]

MLB 20 The Show just dropped and is without a doubt the best sports game/franchise on the market (maybe besides FIFA).

Still exclusive to console, and a single console at that.

I've heard nothing but good things, but I'll probably never end up playing it at this rate.

 

[sportscoach]

@sportscoach @Out of the Rafters at the Q

Looks the the 2008 version is free

Out of the Park Baseball 8 Free

Out of the Park Baseball 8 is the award-winning baseball management simulation game for PC and Mac, now available for free.

www.ootpdevelopments.com

Can we set it up as a group in a way? That's really what @The Human Q-Tip was looking for so we can all do something while the season was suspended

 

[sportscoach]

Still exclusive to console, and a single console at that.

I've heard nothing but good things, but I'll probably never end up playing it at this rate.

I never buy sports games right away, since next year they are like 20 bucks at most. If there is a way for everyone to do something together then I would think on it, but I am doubting it's worth it.

 

[Steve_424]

Can we set it up as a group in a way? That's really what @The Human Q-Tip was looking for so we can all do something while the season was suspended

I've never played it before but it looks like we can. Do you know @The Human Q-Tip?

 

[Ohio]

Anyone know of an emulator for the original XBOX? Trying to play MVP Baseball 2005

Oh man that game was amazing. Awesome soundtrack too.

 

[The Human Q-Tip]

I've never played it before but it looks like we can. Do you know @The Human Q-Tip?

I honestly don't. I just thought it might be kind of fun, but I'd defer to those who are more expert in such things. I wouldn't care if games produced ridiculous scores, etc.. Just might be fun to read the recaps.

 

[Mackie Lundquist]

I dont know if this is appropriate. I'm a newbie. If not, delete it.

My history with the Indians goes back to the fifth game of the 1954 World Series, a game that never happened. Dad bought field box seats at $2.50 a pop...a lot of money back then. Even though I was only three, he wanted me to see the Indians, because he said they were old and hurt, and this was their last hurrah.

Several years later I was at my Grandpas down the street for s family picnic. I remember my Dad, Grandpa, and uncles standing around talking about Gil McDougals line drive that effectively ended Herb Scores career. It was as if we were at a funeral.

Rocky Colavito was...and still is..my favorite player. For some reason a Tribe game at Baltimore was on TV on a Friday night, and we saw the Rock hit four home runs. We had an old 11 inch TV that Dad had won in a drawing at the county fair. It was so dim that the lights had to be turned off to watch it. Mom was doing her ironing and would only turn off the lights when Rocky was up. We complained a lot. But after the Rock hit number three, she decided the rest of the ironing could wait.

My Dad heard that Colavito had been trading by that dirty SOB, Trader Frank Lane. He left work early to make sure he was home when school was out in order to break the news to me gently. There is no gentle when your hero is traded.

I know where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with for every no hitter that a Tribe pitcher has thrown in my lifetime. Usually, I was with my cousin Bill and one of my uncles...sitting on a front porch.

When we had Gaylord, the Indians would try to arrange the rotation so that he would pitch at home on Friday nights. He was pitching once against Jim Palmer. Bill and I drove up to watch them, but got a speeding ticket..and a lecture..in Independence. We got there in the bottom of the second with Baltimore leading 2-1. Neither pitcher allowed a baserunner the rest of the way. We werent in the stadium more than ninety minutes....lol.

Bill and I took a younger cousin to the infamous Ten Cent Beer Night. We sat ten rows behind the Rangers dugout, and watched Billy Martin, bat in hand, charge onto the field.

We were at another Friday night game, when with two outs in the bottom of the night Leron Lee crashed into Carlton Fisk to score the winning run. We were jumping around like crazy...until we saw Fisks.leg at a 90% angle.

I took my kids to a Sunday afternoon game. Sat a few rows from John Adam's. The Tribe was down three runs to Detroit in the ninth. With two outs we loaded the bases and Omar came to the plate. He, of all people, hit a grand slam that JUST cleared the RF fence.

The Indians have been the background music to my childhood...and my adult life. Jimmy Dudley...'Welcome to Cleveland Municipal Stadium'..Bob Neale...Joe Tait..'Its a beautiful night for baseball'....Hammy.....and Herb Score. How can anybody not love Herbie?

Anyway, that's my story...or at least part of it..and I'm sticking to it.

Another newbie here, a refugee from Tony Lastoria's operation. I became a Tribe fan in 1960 at age 7. In other words I became a fan after the last season the Tribe would be legitimate contenders until the 1990s! I was a fanatical fan nonetheless, and by 1965 was pouring over the Tribe's farm system and amateur draft picks in The Sporting News to dream about who would become the stars to carry the Indians to glory.

There were a couple of good teams in the 60s, like the 65 team with Colavito, Daddy Wags and Fred Whitfield. Then there was the 68 team with the unbelievable starting pitching of Hargan, Siebert, Tiant and Sudden Sam McDowell. But neither of those teams was really a contender.

In 1969 it looked like the Tribe just might be on the verge of putting together the position pieces to contend if their pitching stayed strong. (The pitching didn't.) The Indians picked up Hawk Harrelson and Tony Horton from the Red Sox and Horton, in particular, looked like he would become a middle of the order power hitter for a good decade. Regrettably he had severe mental health issues and had to retire in 1970 at age 25.

The greatest star to emerge was Ray Fosse who in just the first half of his breathtaking rookie year looked like he would arguably become the dominant catcher in major league baseball for the next decade. A Gold Glover behind the plate he also hit for average and power. (When I say the dominant catcher for the 70s recall some of the other catchers in the 70s: Bench, Munson, Fisk, for starters.) But Fosse got run over in a home plate collision by Pete Rose in the 1970 all-star game and he never recovered. His defense remained strong, but he lost his bat. A Herb Score situation.

My father got laid off in 1969 and we moved from Cleveland, but I remained a Tribe fan ever since. Just days before we moved to Connecticut in September 1969 I went to my last Tribe game (of that era, I have attended many since then in Cleveland and elsewhere) and it was the usual story. The Tribe completely sucked that year and went like 60-102 or something like that. The official attendance was around 3,000 but the actual attendance was close to 1,000. After reading the Sporting News backwards and forwards I thought I had discovered a promising prospect at the Tribe's AA team Waterbury in the Eastern League. It was an infielder named Nelson Peguero who played most of the seaosn in A ball and at AA was hitting like .280, which was the best on the team. (Did I mention I was desperate?) Since he was only 20 years old I figured I had located our shortstop of the future!

So I get to the game an hour early and there are maybe 50 fans in all of Municipal Stadium at the time. Since it is September teams could expand their rosters to 40 and bring up players from their farm system to get a taste of the majors. I noticed that a player I recognized from the Eastern League had been called up to the Red Sox: Carlton Fisk. Peguero, inexplicably, had not been called up from AA by the Tribe. Fisk was standing along the first base line by the stands in left field so I went down to talk to him. He seemed approachable and a nice guy. I said, "Hey, when you played Waterbury this year did you ever get a chance to see Nelson Peguero?" Fisk replied, "Sure." So I said, "Is he any good? Is he a prospect?" Fisk replied, "No. He sucks."

Such was life for a 60s Tribe fan. It seemed like every other team had a Mays or a Clemente or an Aaron or a Yastrzemski and we had Vic Davalillo and Al Luplow.

More tales of Cleveland yesteryears to come.

 

[CATS44]

Great Fisk story, Mackie...and glad to see you here.

 

[bigfoot5415]

I dont know if this is appropriate. I'm a newbie. If not, delete it.

My history with the Indians goes back to the fifth game of the 1954 World Series, a game that never happened. Dad bought field box seats at $2.50 a pop...a lot of money back then. Even though I was only three, he wanted me to see the Indians, because he said they were old and hurt, and this was their last hurrah.

Several years later I was at my Grandpas down the street for s family picnic. I remember my Dad, Grandpa, and uncles standing around talking about Gil McDougals line drive that effectively ended Herb Scores career. It was as if we were at a funeral.

Rocky Colavito was...and still is..my favorite player. For some reason a Tribe game at Baltimore was on TV on a Friday night, and we saw the Rock hit four home runs. We had an old 11 inch TV that Dad had won in a drawing at the county fair. It was so dim that the lights had to be turned off to watch it. Mom was doing her ironing and would only turn off the lights when Rocky was up. We complained a lot. But after the Rock hit number three, she decided the rest of the ironing could wait.

My Dad heard that Colavito had been trading by that dirty SOB, Trader Frank Lane. He left work early to make sure he was home when school was out in order to break the news to me gently. There is no gentle when your hero is traded.

I know where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with for every no hitter that a Tribe pitcher has thrown in my lifetime. Usually, I was with my cousin Bill and one of my uncles...sitting on a front porch.

When we had Gaylord, the Indians would try to arrange the rotation so that he would pitch at home on Friday nights. He was pitching once against Jim Palmer. Bill and I drove up to watch them, but got a speeding ticket..and a lecture..in Independence. We got there in the bottom of the second with Baltimore leading 2-1. Neither pitcher allowed a baserunner the rest of the way. We werent in the stadium more than ninety minutes....lol.

Bill and I took a younger cousin to the infamous Ten Cent Beer Night. We sat ten rows behind the Rangers dugout, and watched Billy Martin, bat in hand, charge onto the field.

We were at another Friday night game, when with two outs in the bottom of the night Leron Lee crashed into Carlton Fisk to score the winning run. We were jumping around like crazy...until we saw Fisks.leg at a 90% angle.

I took my kids to a Sunday afternoon game. Sat a few rows from John Adam's. The Tribe was down three runs to Detroit in the ninth. With two outs we loaded the bases and Omar came to the plate. He, of all people, hit a grand slam that JUST cleared the RF fence.

The Indians have been the background music to my childhood...and my adult life. Jimmy Dudley...'Welcome to Cleveland Municipal Stadium'..Bob Neale...Joe Tait..'Its a beautiful night for baseball'....Hammy.....and Herb Score. How can anybody not love Herbie?

Anyway, that's my story...or at least part of it..and I'm sticking to it.

Welcome aboard. Love the story. My history isnt as long but the tribe have definitely been a soundtrack on repeat for me as well.

 

[MadThinker88]

Another newbie here, a refugee from Tony Lastoria's operation. I became a Tribe fan in 1960 at age 7. In other words I became a fan after the last season the Tribe would be legitimate contenders until the 1990s! I was a fanatical fan nonetheless, and by 1965 was pouring over the Tribe's farm system and amateur draft picks in The Sporting News to dream about who would become the stars to carry the Indians to glory.

There were a couple of good teams in the 60s, like the 65 team with Colavito, Daddy Wags and Fred Whitfield. Then there was the 68 team with the unbelievable starting pitching of Hargan, Siebert, Tiant and Sudden Sam McDowell. But neither of those teams was really a contender.

In 1969 it looked like the Tribe just might be on the verge of putting together the position pieces to contend if their pitching stayed strong. (The pitching didn't.) The Indians picked up Hawk Harrelson and Tony Horton from the Red Sox and Horton, in particular, looked like he would become a middle of the order power hitter for a good decade. Regrettably he had severe mental health issues and had to retire in 1970 at age 25.

The greatest star to emerge was Ray Fosse who in just the first half of his breathtaking rookie year looked like he would arguably become the dominant catcher in major league baseball for the next decade. A Gold Glover behind the plate he also hit for average and power. (When I say the dominant catcher for the 70s recall some of the other catchers in the 70s: Bench, Munson, Fisk, for starters.) But Fosse got run over in a home plate collision by Pete Rose in the 1970 all-star game and he never recovered. His defense remained strong, but he lost his bat. A Herb Score situation.

My father got laid off in 1969 and we moved from Cleveland, but I remained a Tribe fan ever since. Just days before we moved to Connecticut in September 1969 I went to my last Tribe game (of that era, I have attended many since then in Cleveland and elsewhere) and it was the usual story. The Tribe completely sucked that year and went like 60-102 or something like that. The official attendance was around 3,000 but the actual attendance was close to 1,000. After reading the Sporting News backwards and forwards I thought I had discovered a promising prospect at the Tribe's AA team Waterbury in the Eastern League. It was an infielder named Nelson Peguero who played most of the seaosn in A ball and at AA was hitting like .280, which was the best on the team. (Did I mention I was desperate?) Since he was only 20 years old I figured I had located our shortstop of the future!

So I get to the game an hour early and there are maybe 50 fans in all of Municipal Stadium at the time. Since it is September teams could expand their rosters to 40 and bring up players from their farm system to get a taste of the majors. I noticed that a player I recognized from the Eastern League had been called up to the Red Sox: Carlton Fisk. Peguero, inexplicably, had not been called up from AA by the Tribe. Fisk was standing along the first base line by the stands in left field so I went down to talk to him. He seemed approachable and a nice guy. I said, "Hey, when you played Waterbury this year did you ever get a chance to see Nelson Peguero?" Fisk replied, "Sure." So I said, "Is he any good? Is he a prospect?" Fisk replied, "No. He sucks."

Such was life for a 60s Tribe fan. It seemed like every other team had a Mays or a Clemente or an Aaron or a Yastrzemski and we had Vic Davalillo and Al Luplow.

More tales of Cleveland yesteryears to come.

Welcome Mackie. I'm very happy to see you migrate over & join us..