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1923 World Series
Alright, lemme tell ya somethin’ here, okay? Here we are — the 1923 World Series. You got the two best teams in baseball, bar none. No flukes, no Cinderella stories, none of that nonsense. These are the heavyweights.
Cleveland. The New York Mets. They’ve won every World Series the last four years between ’em. Cleveland took 1919 and 1920. The Mets — your New York Mets — took 1921 and 1922. So one of these two franchises is about to win their third championship. And if the Mets pull it off? That’s three in a row. That’s dynasty talk. You win three straight, you own the sport. Period.
Now, Cleveland’s got home field — they earned it. 110 wins, two more than the Mets. And listen, these teams are mirror images. You can pick stats all day — and I’ve looked at all of ’em. Mets in the National League: first in runs, first in batting average, third in on-base, third in OPS, top-three basically everywhere you look. First in pitching WAR, first in FIP, best in run prevention, fewest errors. They do everything right.
But then you look at Cleveland — and it’s absurd. They’re first in almost every offensive category. First in runs, average, on-base, OPS, WAR — across the board. Number one defense, number one strikeouts, number one bullpen. They don’t beat themselves. You gotta take it from ‘em.
This is the rare matchup where you can say — honestly — there’s no weakness on either side. You’re talking about two machines here.
But — and I’ve said this before — experience counts. Guts count. And Cleveland, they’ve been waiting three years to get back to the top. They’ve had that chip on their shoulder since ’21.
So, if you’re asking me — and you are — I’ll tell ya right now: I’m takin’ Cleveland. Seven games. Tight, tense, old-school baseball. Both teams leave it all out there. But in the end? Cleveland’s bullpen, their balance, their defense — that’s the difference.
It’s gonna be a classic. Absolute classic.
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