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The roar of the crowd, the smell of hot dogs in the air and the steady beat of John Adams’ drum on a summer night. There’s nothing else quite like baseball season in Cleveland. This summer, let’s celebrate the more than 100 years of professional baseball — and the unfailing devotion (okay, obsession) of Cleveland fans.
Forest City Baseball Club might have started it all in 1869, but the Cleveland Spiders stand out as our first champions. With Cy Young atop the rotation, the Spiders won the 1895 Temple Cup, an early forerunner of the World Series.
But the good times didn’t last. The team’s owner stripped the roster of talent by sending all of the best Spiders to his other National League club in St. Louis. It got bad. Really bad. 20-134 bad. Not surprisingly, the Spiders folded after that futile 1899 season.
In 1901, a new club — the club — was born. A founding member of the new American League, the Cleveland nine cycled through a variety of names (Blues, Broncos, Naps) before settling on the Indians.
Nap Lajoie emerged as the team’s undoubted star, often leading the league in batting and even taking over as manager. On the mound, Addie Joss mowed down hitters with an unorthodox delivery, before his untimely death at age 31.
Led by the incomparable Tris Speaker, the Indians finally won it all in 1920. This historic title included two World Series firsts — a grand slam (Elmer Smith) and an unassisted triple play (Bill Wambsganss). League Park went wild.
In celebration, the Indians emblazoned “Worlds Champions” across their uniforms the following season. We’ve always known how to celebrate sports championships in style.
In 1936, Cleveland’s newest baseball hero arrived. Straight off the farm. While still in high school. Seventeen-year-old Bob Feller debuted with a wicked fastball and took The Land — and MLB — by storm. After Pearl Harbor, Rapid Robert selflessly became the first big leaguer to enlist in the Navy. What a legend.
Cleveland picked up another championship in 1945 when the Cleveland Buckeyes, under the astute management of Quincy Trouppe, won the Negro League title.
Although Cleveland Municipal Stadium opened in 1932, the Tribe didn’t move there full-time until 1947. That season, Larry Doby broke the A.L. color barrier just months after Jackie Robinson did the same in Brooklyn. Doby’s courage — and prodigious talent — turned the Indians into a legit contender. And, in ’48, World Series champs once more.
They nearly added another in 1954, notching the best record in franchise history at 111-43, before falling short in the World Series. We’re still not ready to talk about that over-the-shoulder catch by Willie Mays in Game 1.
Another pivotal moment came in 1975 with the appointment of Frank Robinson as the first African American manager in league history. His lasting legacy stands as an important reminder of Cleveland’s place at the forefront of the baseball integration movement.
The club’s 1986 sale to Richard and David Jacobs ushered in a new era of Indians baseball. New ballpark. New leadership. New talent. After decades of instability, the Tribe was back.
And Cleveland was ready. Fans packed Jacobs Field for 455 consecutive sell-outs, cheering the team on to five straight Central Division titles and two World Series appearances. Behind the likes of Kenny Lofton, Omar Vizquel and Jim Thome, the Indians made magic in the ‘90s.
And they’re still at it today. Here’s to another 150+ years.