After the Indians’ game one loss in Houston, I got myself as far from the team as I could and flew to Portland, Oregon. Of course, I didn’t do this on a whim, I had planned this trip with my wife long in advance, but as the Indians played a historically bad series I was able to remove myself — literally and emotionally.
Now that the Tribe bats are done flailing against the dying of the light and have gone gently into the night that is the offseason, I figured we all need a way to disconnect from the season that was.