When I left MLB.com's Indians beat for a national role after the 2010 season, I knew I wouldn't miss hustling through the roughly five-mile journey from security to the since-mothballed Concourse D at Cleveland's Hopkins Airport to catch many a regional jet. I knew I wouldn't pine for the days of living in Goodyear, Ariz., long enough to run for city council. I left with no love lost for the daily duty of asking Travis Hafner if his shoulder was feeling any better.
But the Indians Inbox? That was tough to give up.
Long ago, this is where we not only talked Tribe, but traded barbs and "Weekend at Bernie's II" references (you had to be there).