The bride and I went to the Indians-Red Sox game tonight. (Red Sox won, 5-3.) Will catch up on posts about TV later.
As for the game, generally weird and disheartening. Interesting, to be sure, and we stayed until the Red Sox added a pad run in the ninth, but not the sort of game that makes you think the Indians are serious contenders this year. They had chances against Wakefield and didn't take advantage.
And it was cold cold. The bride had a shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, a winter coat, earmuffs, gloves and a blanket for her lap, and she was using them all by the time we decided to leave the game. But a guy on our row said it had been even worse the night before.
I was choked up during the Jackie Robinson video tributes. Very well done, and a strong reminder of how baseball and America have changed. Of course, on the day of that tribute, karmic justice would have mandated that the Indians -- first American League team to integrate, with Larry Doby -- should have beaten Boston, the last major-league team to integrate. But it didn't work out that way.
Maybe if the Indians fans had greeted Bosox batters with chants of "Pumpsie Green!"
And yes, I am a longtime Bosox fan, one who puts aside my admiration for them when they play my (finally) adopted Indians. (Last night, I was wearing my Cleveland jacket -- as well as a long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, gloves and cap, and eventually borrowing a corner of the bride's blanket.) But I try not to be blind to history.