CLEVELAND • It was a rough night for Cleveland manager Terry Francona. He had a nightmare that something was trying to snap his ribs, only to wake up and find the television remote jabbing him in the ribs.
He had peanut butter on his glasses.
That, he figures, came from the pretzels he was dipping into peanut butter when he was falling asleep watching "Clinton ... Hillary ... you fill in the rest." It's not the first time he's had difficulty sleeping (he's detailed his ice cream eating habits so often that he apparently is now sick of ice cream) or that he has forgotten to eat until after the game (he checked his watch Wednesday and realized he has not yet eaten at 5 p.