There were a lot of things that made me sick this weekend:

• The Cavaliers lackluster performance in Game Six.
• The fact that at the end of the game, TNT decided to show another montage of the history of Cleveland Sports heartbreaks, starting with Red Right 88 and heading all the way to the ’07 3-1 ALCS collapse of the Indians against eventual World Series Champion Boston Red Sox.
• Knowing that Tomo Ohka is on the Indians roster.
• The stomach ache I suffered after picking up Chinese  food from Ho Wah.

But in reality, the worst thing was the makeup of the crowds at both Friday and Saturday night’s Tribe/Yankees games. I was lucky enough to be in a box for Saturday’s tilt where CC Sabathia made his return to the mound at Progressive Field. (SIDE NOTE – I refuse to call it a “loge.” Nobody outside of Cleveland uses that word, therefore it is minor league.) Two things struck me.

I expected to see some sort of reaction when CC took the hill in the bottom of the first inning. Boos or cheers, I wanted to see something from the Tribe fans. Outside of myself and four others, nobody made a sound either way. It was very odd. (FYI – If you boo CC, then you should have your ticket revoked. The big man gave us everything he had and did noting but throw bouquets at our city and fans.) Then I realized why – the Jake (I also refuse to call it “Progressive Field”) was packed to the gills with Yankees fans. I’m telling you, it was nauseating. Walking in, I saw more Jeter and Joba shirts than I saw Sizemore and Martinez. I saw more pinstripes than Chief Wahoo’s or script I’s. More Navy than Red, White, and Blue. [Read more...]