Letters From Spring: You can’t count Cleveland out
By Joe Posnanski Mar 10, 2021 141
For the next 30 or so days — weekends off so my family doesn’t leave me — we’re going to try to take a little baseball tour. Thirty teams. Thirty days. Thirty reports. In these hopefully dwindling days of COVID-19, I’m not going to actually go to the spring training sites. This will be a tour of the mind, a love letter to baseball’s history and future. We’re going to count these essays down from 30 to 1, worst team to best as I see it going into 2021. Coming in at No. 17 is Cleveland.
Cleveland
Established: 1901 (as Cleveland Blues, then Bronchos, then Naps, then Indians, then …)
Nickname quality (scale of 1-10): N/A
Well, they will be tentatively known as the Cleveland Indians for one more year and then the name will be changed to … something. If you were following along with The Athletic’s nickname contest, you know that they started with 16 names of various quality. In the first round, Comets, Rocks, Rockers, Grays, Blue Sox, Baseball Club, Buckeyes and Cuyahogas got knocked out. I generally agree with voters — I’ve decided it’s smart to avoid any corny name connecting to rock ‘n’ roll* — but I was sad to see Buckeyes get knocked out so early. Yes, I do realize that Buckeyes has no chance (either in the poll or real life) because Ohio State already has the name. But Cleveland Buckeyes was the name of the Negro Leagues team, and there would be something fitting about the city that played such a big role in the integration of Major League Baseball paying tribute to those teams.
Anyway, like I said, it had no chance because of Ohio State.
*As a Clevelander, I am of course super proud of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame — heck, I’m a member — but let’s be honest, the city’s connection to the birth of rock is, er, pretty ambiguous and dubious. It basically comes down to an old disc jockey named Alan Freed, who was unquestionably an early pioneer of rock ‘n’ roll and may even have invented the name. (It’s more likely that he popularized it but did not invent it.) But, I mean, he was a disc jockey in Cleveland for like three years, and it’s not like Chuck Berry or Buddy Holly or Jerry Lee Lewis or Little Richard or Elvis or James Brown or Ray Charles were from Cleveland. Cleveland has always been a great rock town with a great rock station, and I’m glad the Hall of Fame is there.
In the second round, voters knocked out the Redtails, Clash, Captains and Walleye, which is good because none of those names should have been good enough to make it to the second round.
That got us to the final four — Spiders, Guardians, Blues and Commodores. Of these four, there are only two that make any sense at all to me: Spiders and Guardians. Unfortunately, they matched up in the semifinals rather than the finals; Guardians was grotesquely underseeded as a No. 13. Guardians ended up beating the Spiders and winning the whole thing, and I could get behind the Cleveland Guardians name. It is unique, it has a strong connection to the city — the “Guardians of Traffic” are eight art deco sculptures on the iconic Hope Memorial Bridge — and there are many cool things you can do with it, including “Guardians of the Galaxy” tie-ins.
I could also get behind the Spiders because of its connection to Cleveland baseball history. People like making fun of those old Spiders because they ended with a 20-134 season. But those Spiders were often really good, and six different Hall of Famers played for the team, most famously Cy Young.
Basically, I’m just ready for the team to make a decision and tell us the new name.
Uniform quality (scale of 1-10): N/A
The team will obviously have different uniforms when it has a different name; this will be the last year of the Indians uniforms and, quite frankly, that’s a good thing. This team has been a rudderless ship when it comes to uniforms, in large part because it never really knew what to do with that dreadful Chief Wahoo logo, and once it got rid of it, it entirely seemed out of ideas. The block “C” hats; the script “Indians” across white uniforms; the all-caps CLEVELAND across gray uniforms — boring, flat, blow it up, start over.
Stadium ranking out of 30: 11th
All-time pitching rotation: 9th best (Bob Feller; Stan Coveleski; Mel Harder; Addie Joss; Bob Lemon).
Random player from history: Jack Brohamer
There were too many for me to choose from my childhood, but I’ll pick Brohamer because one time when I was a kid, I got to play catch with him in the Cleveland Municipal Stadium parking lot. I was really young, maybe 7 or 8, and in retrospect, this game of “catch” that I have romanticized all my life might literally have just been him throwing me the ball once or twice. In my memory, it was a lot like the “Field of Dreams” scene.
Brohamer had enough personality to earn two nicknames in his career: Scrappy Jack and the Hammer, one of those literal (he was scrappy!) and the other a bit more ironic (he wasn’t really much of a hammer). He did hit two homers in a game off Bert Blyleven in his rookie year, and he hit for the cycle once when he was with the White Sox. He was good defensively throughout.
After he retired, Brohamer became a detective sergeant with the Oceanside Police Department in Southern California.
Major-league club summation: Well, they have Shane Bieber, José Ramírez and a spectacular history of developing great pitchers. So, you know, there might be some surprises. (And there are some significant problems to be worked out as well.)
Minor-league system summation (from Keith Law): “Cleveland is loaded with position player prospects — including a whole fleet of shortstops who will try to fill the void of Francisco Lindor in the coming years — but the pitching well that has been so bountiful is about to dry up.”
Top prospect: Triston McKenzie.
Reason to watch in 2021: Ramírez is probably the best player in the American League not named Trout and always worth watching.
Wait, he plays on this team?: Eddie Rosario.
Funniest name: Franmil Reyes.
It’s not exactly a whimsical name, but it is unique. Reyes is the only Franmil in the history of baseball. In fact, if you type in the word “Franmil” into Google, there is literally not a single link that refers to anyone or anything other than Franmil Reyes.
Best hopes for 2021: That rookie pitcher McKenzie becomes a star, teaming up with Bieber to become the best 1-2 punch in the American League. Then you hope that Terry Francona and company can figure it out from there.
The pure joy of Francisco Lindor — that’s the irreplaceable part. Yes, Lindor in his six Cleveland seasons (or five seasons plus 2020) was a brilliant player, breathtaking even, a Gold Glove shortstop, a home run masher, a stolen base threat, the very heart of a team that won three straight division titles and a pennant. He was, regularly, one of the very best players in baseball.
But it was that joy, the boundless energy, the ever-present smile, the way he joked around with Cleveland sideline reporter Andre Knott, all of it; that’s the part that can never be replaced, never be restored, never be duplicated. It always hurts when a team loses a great player because of business considerations. But in this case, it’s like a game of Operation, and Cleveland lost its wishbone, its breadbasket, its funny bone and, alas, its broken heart.
Baseball has long struggled with this conundrum. Most fans would probably agree that the game is better when players stay with one team. And at the same time, most fans would probably agree that the game is unfair when players are not free to maximize their earnings and follow their own path. When the Red Sox dealt Mookie Betts — the last time before Lindor that a particularly joyous player was dealt away from the city that loved him — there were rumors that Betts didn’t want to play in Boston any longer. As far as I know, those rumors were not confirmed. But as much as I wanted Betts to be a Red Sox player forever, as right as that seemed, I certainly would not want him to play in Boston if that isn’t what he wanted.
So what do you do? If Cleveland was unwilling or unable to pay Lindor what he’s worth, then, no, the team does not deserve to have him. At the same time, do we want a sport like the Premier League where certain teams can afford great players and others cannot? And also at the same time, do we want a sport with a hard salary cap that limits what players can make and just puts more money in the pockets of owners?
It’s all a muddled mystery.
In the meantime, though, Francisco Lindor is no longer Cleveland’s shortstop. And for a team perpetually struggling to connect with its city, that just feels like a terrible loss.
Take a look at this stretch:
2014: Cleveland’s Corey Kluber shows up more or less out of nowhere — it’s his first season with 200 innings pitched at age 28 — and he wins the Cy Young Award.
2015: Carlos Carrasco, after years of injuries and difficulties, finally pitches a full season, finishes third in the league in FIP, gets some Cy Young consideration.
2016: Cleveland’s staff finishes second in the American League in ERA and goes all the way to Game 7 of the World Series, despite injuries galore.
2017: A 26-year-old Mike Clevinger shows up in Cleveland and immediately becomes one of the better pitchers in the league. Also, Kluber wins his second Cy Young Award after leading the league in just about everything.
2018: Trevor Bauer, after years of promise, puts it all together, leads the league in FIP and finishes second in the league in ERA. He gets some Cy Young support.
2019: A second-year pitcher, Shane Bieber, leads the league in shutouts, fewest walks per nine and finished fourth in the Cy Young Award voting. Clevinger also pitches extremely well.
2020: Bieber wins the Cy Young Award. Zach Plesac, in limited time, pitches brilliantly. A 22-year-old rookie, Triston McKenzie, shows ace potential.
That is some kind of pitching run. But here’s the best part — other than Bauer, who is his own case, and McKenzie, who is still a work in progress, none of these pitchers was really a big prospect. Kluber, Bieber, Clevinger, Plesac, none of them were high draft picks, none of them was ever a Top 100 prospect, all of them came to the big leagues with no hype and quickly developed into terrific pitchers. I’m not sure what they have going on in Cleveland, but as long as that magic is happening, you can’t count them out as contenders.
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