“Blame a party . . . that still can’t grapple with its own responsibility for a foreseeable backlash against the financialized, globalized economy, a backlash that has now been permanently tinged with revanchist racism because only one side provided a coherent narrative for how things went to shit, or was even willing…

Agreed. Anecdotally, I would think the reaction of the great majority of fans would be similar. Times change, but the team itself will still be heartbreakingly frustrating, right?

“It doesn’t matter [. . .]that Cleveland baseball is something you shared with your dad.”

I think maybe your metric is off- I don’t think the idea is pitchers who had cool names, but rather cool names for pitchers. The names that you remember from when you were a kid not because they were any goddamned good, but because you had one (or more likely, three) of their baseball cards when you were a kid and…

Unlike Dwight Gooden, Dock Ellis’s real first name was Dock.

Along those same lines, Hideo Nomo. Fun to say, pairs well with -mania.

Came here to say this. The whole reason “The Curious Case of..” worked was because Sidd Finch is the perfect goddamned name for the story. Though his full name was Hayden Siddhartha Finch.

To be fair, that guy did change his mind about redface and apologize a few years later.

Reflecting back on how I regrettably loved Chief Wahoo as a kid, I think perhaps a reason Cleveland fans remain attached to the logo is that the other pro sports teams’ logos are such utter shit. The Brown’s logo is an anti-logo. The Cavs’ logo is...maybe some swords, I think? Replacing Chief Wahoo with the block C…

My guess is that within the next 15-20 years, the name will be changed to the Spiders.

A white male officer was charged for the murder of Walter Scott. A white male officer was charged for the murder of William Chapman. A white male officer was charged for the murder of Jonathan Ferrel. A white male officer was charged for the murder of Oscar Grant. Both white and black male officers and a black…

Hooooooly shit. If I can offer an armchair diagnosis, I’d say the mother is probably has borderline personality disorder. This is probably a regular little ritual for her: small slight that makes her feel rejected or abandoned, followed by hateful, rage-filled ranting, then pretending that it never happened.