Some of you reading this were at Saturday night’s game between the Indians and Angels, and it sickens me. Not because it means you might have eaten a hot dog with Froot Loops or a pulled pork sandwich with Flamin’ Hots, but because it means you saw my dream game and I didn’t. I’m not a petty man, but I hope all of your dreams now only come true for me. Will I appreciate them as much as you would have? I will not, but hey, that’s life, and it’s here to never stop kicking you in your bathing suit area.
A look at all 9 Madduxes in Indians history
