I was an Indians fan before I was a Twins fan, as in, before the Twins existed. My father grew up in Cleveland and had a brother who once tried out for the Indians (but didn't make it). He was an Indians fan, so I was an Indians fan ... until 1961, when we both shifted allegiance. But I've always had a soft spot for the Indians relative to other Twins rivals. My first night baseball game ever was the Indians vs. Red Sox at the old Municipal Stadium with my dad on a family trip in about 1959. (This was a few days after my first day baseball game, White Sox vs. Senators at Comiskey Park with Harmon Killebrew, Zoilo Versalles, and a few other future Twins.) There were two highlights: Ted Williams hit one of his last homeruns and Dick Stigman (from a town very near my home town) walked out to the bullpen! As a 5-year-old, the second seemed more significant than the first. Since then, I've only been to the Cleveland area once, about a decade ago. But I took advantage of the trip (and the cheaper air fare for staying over Saturday night) to hunt down my paternal grandparents' graves in Olmsted Falls. (They both died nearly a century ago when Dad was about 12, and he died when I was 16, so I never had any connection to them at all.) I can't say that I actually like Cleveland, but I have fond memories from my two trips there.