I originally wrote another version of this during winter meetings last year. Sure, the Cavaliers ended the city's drought; the Indians made some moves during the preseason and the after the all-star break, positioning themselves for a playoff run; injuries festered in the late summer, hampering the team. These all should be noted.
Despite the best fight they could muster, the Indians came up just short. Again.
This is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, but it feels cathartic again in the aftermath of Game 7.
When, Cleveland, do you mean to cease abusing our patience?
How long are these failures of yours still to mock us? When is there to be an end of that unbridled ineptitude of yours, stumbling about as it does now?
Do not the yearly failures in free agency and extensions—do not the tirades posted throughout the Internet—does not the absence of the fans, and the disgust of former diehards—does not the precaution taken of reconfiguring the stadium, to no avail—do not the looks and countenances of this venerable fanbase here present, have any effect upon you?
Do you not feel that your efforts are derelict? Do you not see that your complacency arrests and renders you powerless by the knowledge which every team in the league possesses of it? What is there that you did last season, what the season before—which trade did you pass up—who was there on that roster that never should have been—what strategy was there which was adopted by you, successfully, which you think that any fan had not called for months earlier?
Shame on the team and on its hesitancy! The fans are aware of these things; the media sees them; the players and coaches struggle against them; and yet this drought lives. Lives!