Go Tribe
I’m sitting at the computer and half-watching the Indians game on the teevee behind me, turning around when I hear the announcers and/or the crowd react to a play.
It’s reminding me of the days when I would sit and read and half-watch the Indians or the Browns and only look up when my dad reacted to something on the screen.
Every day I miss him, but some more than others. And I said I’d blog about him more, but haven’t been–so here’s this.