Jim Thome has come home. Yesterday the Indians claimed him off the waiver wire (and I really have no idea what that means). When I heard the news this morning, I got my Thome jersey out of my closet because it's no longer vintage apparel.
I have loved Jim Thome since he played third base ~ he became my favorite player because he was so bad at third base and Mike always made so much fun of him. Loving the underdog, I took him under my wing (at least his name) and wouldn't let anyone make fun of him any more. Then he became GREAT.
We're watching the Tribe play and it's such a smile in my soul to see Jimmy in an Indians jersey again. And then he swung at the first pitch and bounced it in front of the plate. (I was kinda hoping he'd hit a home run.) I think he was a little nervous too. I hope he's happy being back in Cleveland because I'm pretty excited that he's here.
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