How about those Indians?

I know that it might seem strange that the Ostroski's just move to Ohio and already they are Indian Fans. Well, I have to tell you that the spirit is a little contagious, but the truth be told, I have always been an Indian's fan.

My grandfather played minor ball for the Indians and was brought up for a few games. He was bestowed a Cleveland Indians cap - dark blue with a red bill and a white C. He was a southpaw pitcher and tried to help me with my softball pitching. Always telling me to run, to get my legs nice and strong. I didn't quite understand until he explained it to me one day. "You see Kelly, pitching, really isn't about the arm, especially in softball, it is about your whole body working together. But the thrust of it all comes from your legs. You have to have strong legs - so go run some more." Even though I never really pitched a lot after my sophomore year, I never forgot those words.

When my grandfather died, it was decided that I should have his hat. I was so honored that everyone in the family thought that I should have it, but I didn't deserve it. My grandfather earned that hat and I decided that it should stay with him. My dear friend Mike Mitchell (the son of the funeral director), helped me decide how to have him hold his hat. It was perfectly lying in his left hand across his body. I remember like it was yesterday, though it was more like twenty.

That is why I have always been an Indian's fan and now that we are living in the suburbs of Cleveland and I can really cheer - GO TRIBE!!!!!