Can I just say that being a baseball fan in this town would be much easier if people didn’t panic every time their first place team slumped? Slumps end. Appreciate the pitching that you’re seeing every night out there. Home runs are fun, but what we’re witnessing is downright magical. Soak it in. Luxuriate in it. It won’t be long before we’re bitching and moaning about this team in earnest. I fully expect my son to grow up an Indians fan just like his dad.
(Confession: I decided to love a team that was even worse than the Phillies. In Pennsylvania. True story.)
That said, it’s a much easier to team to watch when the worst bats in the lineup could still drive a ball into the left field seats. Stay gold, J‑Berry!