Those words send a chill of excitement down my spine each year, when I hear the phrase for the first time! It's Tribe Time! And as always, I'm counting down the hours until Mike and I hang up the car keys, and settle in for the interesting ride downtown on public transportation to begin cheering on the Indians with the rest of Cleveland. It's been a yearly tradition since we met-and in these years of Tribe Home Openers, we've seen sun, rain, sleet and snow-and of course, the great Blizzard of 2007!
I am no sports enthusiast, that is for sure. But I'm a Clevelander-married to a Clevelander-who bleeds Cleveland Sports (and OSU!). Over the course of the years, his love of the game-and team pride- has seeped under my skin, and now runs through my veins-at least with the Tribe. I love hitting up baseball games (of course the beer and nachos are a big draw, too!). It appears that it's also been passed down to the next generation-at nearly 20 months, Scarlett recognizes and points out every Chief Wahoo & Browns helmet she sees-on shirts, license plates, mugs, tv-you get it. She's already a diehard Cleveland fan. It may have taken me nearly 30 years to catch the feelin', but I'm glad I did.
As per usual, Mother Nature is not giving us any breaks today. 40's and rain-perhaps the worst combination of all. But the sights, sounds and smells of the Jake (Progressive is a way of thinking, not a ball park name) are calling anyway. And I'll be there, poncho and all, to welcome the boys of summer -and a brand new season-home! A Good Friday, indeed!
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