After several years of being denied methods to visit Cleveland and get the home of the Indians off of my list, this past weekend, I managed to parlay some quality father-and-son into a road trip that finally knocked Cleveland off of the list. I now have two ballparks left, before I can say that I’ve visited all 30. But I never would have imagined that Cleveland was going to give me this much trouble.
One of these days, I’ll have a ballpark site again, much less my entire fucking brog, and when that eventually happens, then maybe I’ll get the opportunity to write about the ballpark itself. But for now, the ballpark is not the topic; it’s the team that plays in said ballpark, and their stupid fucking identity.
The Cleveland Indians’ primary emblem is now the letter C. Literally, the letter C. And nothing else. (Mostly) Gone is Chief Wahoo, and even the singular letter I in the stylized script. Because Indians. Because “Indians” is perceived as racist, insensitive and ignorant, or any other popular rhetoric used to describe the blatant and inflammatory discrimination.