A long winter of predictions and projections draws to a close as the 2025 Major League Baseball season approaches.
Are you excited? I am excited. Yesterday, I stared into the mirror and said, “Fuck yeah. Baseball.”
There is never any telling what Cleveland baseball shall bring us. For me, that is much of the excitement. Some years an unheralded pitcher tinkers around and shows up with Cy Young stuff, or a twenty-year-old rookie wins seventeen games from the back of the rotation. I’ve seen fifty doubles and fifty home runs from the same player in a strike-shortened season and a twenty-two game winning streak that delivered free windows.