In the blurb for yesterday's Dugout, Jon mentioned how difficult it has been to write lately, and how sometimes the honesty of the writer overtakes the sincerity of the project. My problem has been a little bit easier to define: I have been trying to live in the same city as the Cleveland Indians for the last six months. Today's title isn't from a news story or the topic of today's strip, it's just that with all the fastballs to the head going around I wanted to take a moment to picture it happening to someone who deserves it.Have you ever gone to a bobblehead night for a player who doesn't play for the team anymore? I have. Have you ever watched a crowd sit silently for five innings, then lose their minds for a fictional hot dog race? I have. Do you think John Adams wishes the Yankees had something to do with drumming?
Today's Dugout is after the jump.
One of the longest running complaints about the Dugout is that we don't cover your favorite team (assuming that your favorite team isn't the Yankees, the Red Sox, or whoever Farnsworth plays for). This happens a lot with the Pirates and the Mariners. It occasionally happens with the Giants, and it almost always comes with these two talking points:
