Each day, the Indians October outfield becomes more and more painfully, obviously clear.
With the vicious attrition laid upon it by injury and ineffectiveness and the front office/coaching staff’s sudden undesire to try anything novel, daring or creative despite an indomitable lead in the division, the starters once the calendar flips are all but sealed. Of course Michael Brantley will be there, and Greg Allen is doing everything a glove-only, slap-hitting center field prototype always must do. And in right, somehow, some way, there stands Melky Cabrera.
It must be so.