Curse of Chief Wahoo lives on...

The Indians fell short again. Spectacularly. Against the hated New York Yankees. And once again, I told you so. The Indians will never again win a World Series as long as they retain their name, and especially their offensive mascot. It's time to rebrand the team. All but the most masochistic bigots will agree.

Miscarriage of Justice

When it comes to the Cuyahoga County grand jury's decision not to prosecute Cleveland cop Timothy Loehmann in the shooting of 12 year old Tamir Rice words escape me. Timothy McGinty has to go!

Over the last 20 years we've seen the slow rebirth of our Northeast Ohio region. But crap like this ensured Cleveland will continue to be a laughingstock in the eyes of many. The way the CPD treats African-Americans, the Republicans should feel right at home here next summer.

Cleveland's Baseball Team: Time to Rebrand

I’ve been bouncing around this Cleveland Indians thing since the Wahoo controversy reignited just before opening day. At one point I suggested to someone that team management should have a contest inviting people to come up with a new team name and logo. I tried to think of something that was uniquely Cleveland and considered several names.

The Cleveland Eries?  Nah. Sounds like something out of Halloween, after the baseball season’s over.

The Cleveland Lakers? The Laker’s name is already taken.

The Cleveland Burning Rivers? No way we want to be reminded of that disaster.

Then I remembered the Falcons which perch on the Terminal Tower – itself a tried & true symbol of Cleveland. The “Falcons” name is already taken by the Atlanta football team although I don’t know if it’s against the rules or would be confusing to have two teams with the same name even though they’re different sports.

Technically, the birds at the Terminal Tower are Peregrine Falcons, which is one of many types of Falcons. What I like about the Peregrine name is it’s derived from the Latin term Peregrinus, originally meaning "one from abroad", that is, a foreigner, traveler, or pilgrim. Well, our Cleveland is home to many peoples from many lands. So the name itself is a salute to the diversity that most of us except types like those who sing Chief Wahoo’s praises hold dear.

So here is my suggestion for a Cleveland’s new baseball team: The Cleveland Peregrines

Mascot: Boomer the falcon
Uniform: Blue and gray with variations for home & away games.
Logo: A fierce Peregrine Falcon in profile.

My fellow Clevelanders: It's time to put this embarrassing chapter in Cleveland's history to rest. It's time to rebrand the Cleveland Indians as the Cleveland Peregrines.

FLASH! Patent for Washington Redskins logo struck down

May Chief Wahoo be denied as well.

 

 

Douchebag of the month: Phillip Morris

Phillip Morris - black racist, Wahoo defender and douchebag.

Yes, it's sad but true. There are black, excuse me, African-American racists out there and Phillip Morris is one such example. I can't believe in the 21st century we still have a racist mascot like Chief Wahoo in a town that's trying to sell itself as America's Comeback City. Those like Morris who still cling to this pathetic symbol of a perpetually losing team are bathing in the stench of phony nostalgia. They are no better than Southern Whites who dined at the Coon Chicken Inn or the Orthodox Jews by the old Milliken school who gripe about the Schvartses moving into "their" area.

As I've said before, Native Americans or American Indians are the last group of humans that it remains acceptable to parody with mascots like this. No one would accept an insulting logo like Wahoo if it portrayed Italians, Irish, Jews, Asians, Africans, or homosexuals.

So Phil, in honor of your douchebaggery, let's rename the team the Cleveland Darkies, and change the mascot to Sambo. How does that sit with you, buddy?

Return of the DOUCHEBAG

LeBron James returned to Cleveland yesterday, and provided more evidence that he's a DOUCHEBAG. He tried to park in the Cavaliers' reserved parking spaces, he showed up for practice wearing a Long Live the King t-shirt, and he showed up on court late because he was in the bathroom (probably puking).

Then he and his precious Heat lost the game!

Parents, don't let your kids grow up to be Yankee lovin DOUCHEBAGS like LeBron James.