As a Cleveland Indians fan, the 2016 postseason came at me pretty fast.
It had been nearly a decade since the Tribe’s last real playoff run, a drought just long enough to make October feel like foreign territory. Combine that with the fact that the Indians were without two of their top three starting pitchers at the time, and I admittedly wasn’t sure what to expect.
Next thing I knew, the six-foot-seven frame of Andrew Miller came blazing out of the bullpen in the fifth inning of a one-run ballgame to mow down the heart of a lethal Boston batting order, and I thought: “Wow… Okay, I guess we’re really gonna do this, huh?