The Cleveland baseball franchise has played its last game as the Indians, and they went out with a victory over the Texas Rangers. I’ve been preparing mentally for the transition to the new name, which I embrace.
Feelings over the dispatching of Chief Wahoo and the Indians name remain raw among Cleveland fans, and probably will for several years. Individual fans can make up their own mind; I’m not going to try to sway anyone one way or the other.
Over time, I’m betting the good people of northeast Ohio and all those who follow the erstwhile Tribe will come around, a process that no doubt will pass more quickly should the team regain its form as a consistent winner.
In the Lofton-Thome-Vizquel glory years of the mid-90s, the Indians packed the house night after night. That can happen again, and I fervently hope it will. I’m waiting for that lifetime dream of a World Champions parade on Euclid Avenue and around Public Square to come true. May the Guardians deliver it.