In an ideal world (and column), the Indians would've been lapped by a few teams last week, making it easier to demote them down into the 5-7 range where they belong. Alas, nobody stepped up. So congratulations, I guess. ... There are ominous signs, though: the first hints of the inevitable rotation regression, Grady Sizemore's latest injury crawlabout, the refusal of Carlos Santana and Shin-Soo Choo to participate in ritualistic deslumpifications. Then there's the weather-tampered schedule. Through Sunday, the Indians had played the fewest games of any MLB team; they'd played four fewer than the White Sox. This portends some bullpen drag when the makeup-game bills come due. And beware the Reds/Red Sox/Rays schedule trifecta that looms a few dark days away. ... So basically, yeah, we're all trying to get a head start on trumpeting their demise, for reasons that have everything to do with our expectations and nothing to do with reality. Except the Josh-Tomlin-will-revert-to-sucking part. That's pure inevitability.
Bolding is mine. So let me get this straight, the best team in baseball right now actually belongs in the 5-7 range because you don't THINK they deserve to be at #1, even though you put them there? Because a team that exceeds expectations must be flawed, not the expectations themselves made long before a single pitch had even been thrown?
And let me also try to understand the second thing. The Indians aren't as good as other teams because they have been rained out? Does it not matter that 2 of those rain outs came against a terrible Seattle Mariners team? And that the 3rd was against arguably the worst team in baseball right now? Or how about all the other teams that have been rained out this year? Like, you know, pretty much all of them.
Sheesh. I wish I had a job where I didn't have to even try.