CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Jim Kluber hasn't defeated his son on the golf course in years.
It was somewhere around the time Corey Kluber slammed his driver on the ground after a bad drive. The fit of rage wrecked the shaft of his club. Kluber rarely displays such emotion anymore.
When he saunters toward the dugout after manager Terry Francona grabs the baseball from him, Kluber's surroundings fade into white noise. He stares ahead and peers out at a blend of green seats and fans clad in red and blue. It's just a mix of colors, a makeshift Jackson Pollock painting in motion.