The team was so good they survived maybe the worst stretch of Joe Maddon’s career in Game 6 and 7. My god. A manager (rightfully) lauded for usually making smart, process-driven decisions could not get out of his own goddamn way for two games. Chapman in Game 6, pulling Hendricks in Game 7, pulling Lester, leaving in…

Ah well, it’s all water under the bridge now. Or, in Cleveland’s case, fire.

Sure glad Chapman didn’t choke. He has a habit of choking. Usually people.

C’mon man, that’s not fair. Sox fans can’t write.

“Joe, I’ve assembled a can’t-lose roster.”

Prolly Tetanus, too.

the Indians never quite threatened, but they constantly threatened to threaten

The last Grand Slam to silence so many in Cleveland was a case of botulism at Denny’s.

I do the same in Gran Turismo but it’s way more artsy.

That’s how I pass in Forza.

Also affectionately known as a Jizz and Jet.

Francona’s their manager. We Boston assholes will still find a way to claim credit if Cleveland wins the World Series.

Only after they break the drought once. Championships are like dog bites: you get one free pass.

We’d make the sexiest band of roving vigilantes ever, though. Who’s in?

Les Grobstein? Les Nessman? Les Ismore? Les Filling?

“She’s gone from suck...to blow!”

That story really

Truth. Reynolds is a man who knows something about crossing the line.

I live in Chicago, and many of my friends said last night’s game was the greatest comeback in sports history.

You deserve to have shit yourself cause you’re already a party pooper.