One of his better operations: supplying the team with orange T-shirts that read JK Construction Co.: I break it. The irony of Kluber’s character - and perhaps this is what made him the perfect candidate - is he was the clubhouse’s chief prankster. He just needed more time to escape the zone he entered for each outing, to find that portal back from pitcher Narnia, to switch out of tunnel vision and back into his contact lenses. He’d always say he wasn’t giving the fans a cold shoulder as they rose to their feet to demonstrate their appreciation. He remained unfazed, unwavering, even when walking off the mound after manager Terry Francona lifted him from a start worthy of a standing ovation. As he sat at the end of the dugout, teammates would shower him with seeds, water, baby powder - any solid or liquid handy that might cause the ace to crack a smile.
OK, maybe not, but Kluber was a master at concealing his emotions during his nine years in Cleveland, with no better example than when he joined an in-game broadcast for an interview.
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