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Cleveland Indians: 4th AL Pennant
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Mike: Chris, this wasn’t a series — this was a massacre! The Yankees came in as the number one seed in the American League, the big bad Bronx Bombers, and they got absolutely humiliated! Swept right outta the ballpark by Cleveland — 4 games to none!
Mad Dog: EMBARRASSING, MIKE! EMBARRASSING! The Yankees should be ashamed of themselves! You win 100+ games, you’re the top seed, and you go out there and play like that? I mean, my goodness — they were never in it!
Mike: Every single game, Cleveland came out swinging. They out-hit them, out-pitched them, out-hustled them — every category! Nine to three in the clincher! It wasn’t even close.
Mad Dog: The Indians — FOUR pennants in six years, Mike! Four in six! And now they’re goin’ for their third World Series title in that span! That’s a dynasty, Mike! A DYNASTY!
Mike: And how about Ryan Phipps, the series MVP — hitting .714, getting on base eight outta ten times, doubles, homers, you name it. The Yankees couldn’t retire him if they used a fishing net!
Mad Dog: He was unbelievable! You could throw him a bowling ball, he’d hit it off the wall! Meanwhile, what do the Yankees got? Nothing! Rawlings can’t field, Nicholson can’t hit, the bullpen’s a disaster! Jenkins, Coffey, Thomas — a parade of mediocrity!
Mike: And let’s be honest, Chris — this wasn’t even competitive. The Yankees were lucky to score three runs in that final game. Cleveland controlled it from the first inning on.
Mad Dog: And Mike, let’s not forget — this is the same Cleveland team that spanked the Yankees last year in the ALCS! Four games to one! That’s eight wins to one over two postseasons! The Indians own them!
Mike: They absolutely own them. The Yankees can’t solve this team. Fernandez, Satiago, Eneki — these guys are monsters. They just grind you down.
Mad Dog: They don’t beat you — they bury you! They hit the ball hard, they run the bases, they play defense. The Yankees looked like they were waiting for the season to end!
Mike: So now, Cleveland moves on to the World Series, waiting on the Milwaukee–Arizona winner. And Chris, whoever it is — they better bring their A-game, because right now, nobody’s hotter than Cleveland.
Mad Dog: I’ll tell ya, Mike — they’re a machine. A freight train. You don’t wanna be standing on those tracks when they come through!
Mike: No question. Yankees go home, Cleveland marches on. The road to a third championship goes right through Jacobs Field.
Mad Dog: And the Yankees? They better do some soul-searching, Mike. Because this — this was ugly.
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