There can be no talk of Kevin Keane without addressing the allegations of homerism. Yeah, sure, okay - he's guilty, there's no whiff of doubt. Those who prefer more balanced sports talk, please point out a more rigorous local option. All the rest of us want is a yakker who feels our pain - and Keane, a lifetime Clevelander who indeed feels the full depth of our plight, does this better than everybody. When the Indians lose, he picks you up with a little perspective; when they win, you need a spatula to pry him off the ceiling. Such are the highs and lows of any dogged fan - why would the one on the radio sound any different?