Francisco Lindor can already imagine the heckling. “Woo!” he would yell at teammates, opponents, unsuspecting passersby. “I’m a champion! I’m a winner! We’ve got the best team in the world!”
The Indians’ 24-year-old shortstop grins. “Do you know how much I would talk?” he says. “If I win the World Series, people are going to hear me.”
He can close his eyes and feel the ring on his finger, see the fans stacked a dozen deep as the parade rolls down East 9th Street, hear the echo of the "Let’s Go Tribe" chant as he sprays champagne in a cold October ballpark.