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The Cleveland Baseball Team
February 5, 2021
I heard the news a few weeks ago, but I’ve tried not to think about it. I am, as many people like to say, “old school”. My childhood memories go back to the days when there were eight teams in each of the two major baseball leagues, and the only playoff games were the best of seven World Series contests. It was simple but satisfying.
The report was devastating for an old baseball guy like me. The scoop? Inside a year, the MLB team representing Cleveland will no longer be called the Indians. Can it be that I have lived too long? As the old saying goes, “I never thought I would live to see this day!” Oh, the humanity!
What can I say? I grew up in the hinterlands of western Pennsylvania. We were ridge runners who could either travel a few hours south to Pittsburgh or a few hours west to Cleveland to view our beloved pastime in person. Thus, I became a fan of both the Pirates and Indians. (Truth be told, I’m more of a National League guy, so the Buccos were the major recipients of my undying affection. The Tribe, however, was my American League team of choice. While a distant second to the black and gold, Chief Wahoo always had my undying support.
That this change would occur, of course, was merely a matter of time. Not long ago, Chief Wahoo was dropped as the logo, and the handwriting was on the proverbial wall. The only thing left to do was change the name, and now it’s happening.
Nothing has been said as to the new moniker. The headlines failed to mention if the team owners have a clue as to the direction in which they will head on this matter. Will they attempt to retain the general theme, or will they make a foray into a non-ethnic designation?
If they attempt to maintain their tradition, I suppose they’ll have to go with something like the Cleveland Native Americans. It’s catchy, but a tad too long. Still, the Washington Football Team of the NFL has set a precedent for lengthy labels. Besides, if they’re going to go the elongated route, maybe they should take a cue from the late performer, Prince. They could call themselves the Team-Formerly-Known-as-the-Indians.
I guess I understand why the cancel culture is upending all our traditions, but I can only surmise that my beloved Pirates have to be next. After all, it happened to be pirates (known more popularly as slavetraders) who captured and transported people to the American colonies against their will. A lot of other teams will necessarily follow them like cascading dominoes. The powers that be can’t be satisfied with team names such as the Braves (Indian warriors), Padres (Catholic missionaries), and Astros (the real spacemen with the right stuff). Those folks can’t be very happy being trivialized either.
That, of course, leaves the Angels. I just recently finished leading a study on the Book of Revelation. I urge you to read it. The authentic angels are nobody to mess with. Those guys can mess you up—big time. We certainly don’t want to annoy them (even if they’re slow to anger like their Boss).
Maybe we should simply use the city names and leave it at that. The New Yorkers, Pittsburghers, and Tampa Bayers do have a certain ring to them (although the Miamiers, Seattlers, and Cincinnatiers not so much). What’s a mother to do? We can’t refer to everyone as the Baseball Team—or can we?
PS: I’m not even going to mention the Duke Blue Devils or the Demon Deacons of Wake Forest. That’s a whole other can of worms altogether. You can check with the New Orleans Saints for more info on that category. Maybe a few more exorcisms are in order.