First, the business about C.C. - he was going anyway, so the Indians were better off to get a haul of prospects from a playoff contender and reorient themselves toward 2009.
The Indians are dead in the water. Don't be surprised if the team weathers 100 losses this year.
Some days I just wish I could turn off my Cleveland fandom. I don't trust the skinflint owners, the management team which did nothing in the offseason, and the manager's lack of fire. But I can't escape my love for the Tribe.
Now, back to the sports moment I wanted to write about.
If you missed all of it, call it your unlucky day. Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer gave tennis fans yet another epic finals battle at Wimbledon. Clay court master Nadal finally chased the grass bogeyman by winning a five-set beauty over five-time returning champion Federer.
I watched the first sets before rain sent the players scurrying for cover. After returning from my Sunday bike ride, I caught the final set as night fell on London.
I felt immensely sorry for Rainer Schuettler, ranked 94th in the world, for reaching the Wimbledon semifinals and having to face Nadal, the eventual champion. He really had no chance. When Federer and Nadal are still playing, it's almost an inevitability that they will collide in the finals. There's no room for Cinderella stories.
The pre-match interviews should be shelved if NBC announcers continue to cough up awful questions like the ones they dropped on Nadal before his match with Schuettler.
Then he closed it with "Enjoy your afternoon." W.T.F.
Nadal is headed off to a tennis grudge match, and this clod gives him a valediction fitting a lazy afternoon in the park. Even the booth announcers ripped on that spurt of idiocy.
Nadal and Federer have a tough time topping Sunday's marathon effort, but they'll meet again under similar conditions.
Next time they clash, take my advice - watch. This could be one of the great rivalries in all of sports.
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