by Sam Allard
Charles Nagy, my dear friends! Charles "Fan Favorite" Nagy! Charles Nagy, whose XL-jersey I wore in Bosnia on Halloween in 2013 to assert my citizenship among not only the American baseball-loving public, but among Clevelanders specifically, who take great pride in a former starting pitcher whose surname — the most popular in all of Hungary — literally means "great."
Charles Nagy, who was relieved of pitching-coach duties with the Arizona Diamondbacks this year, some speculated, because pitchers weren't hitting enough opposing batters. Charles Nagy the Ethical! Charles Nagy!
Charles Nagy, who won 129 games as a starting pitcher for the Tribe in the 90s and very early aughts, who posted a 2.96 ERA in '92 while managing to hurl 10 complete games and still not break so much as a sweat, who went 16-6 and then 17-5 in the winning campaigns of '95 and '96, who was always so teenagerly clean-shaven, who at times bore a striking resemblance to a young and well-maintained Sean Penn, and who still looks to be wearing very high-quality lotions or ointments at all times.
Charles Nagy, who may or may not do little more than roam the Indians' farm teams and distribute fatherly high-fives this year, who may (if worse does come to worst) be called upon as a spot starter in a rotation currently so suspect and devoid of expected wins that the management may as well auction a roster spot off to a wealthy pioneering fan to generate some cash-flow, if nothing else.
Charles Nagy, for whom Cleveland is professional home and spiritual locus. Charles Nagy, who also — if the past is any indication — stands a sporting chance at becoming the head coach of your Cleveland Browns in 2015.