Boog Powell had a great season for the Indians in 1975: 27 HR, 86 RBI, .297 BA, .901 OPS. He was fun to watch that year.
The Indians looked like they were finally on the right track back then. Buddy Bell, George Hendrick, Oscar Gamble, Charlie Spikes, Duane Kuiper, Alan Ashby, Rick Waits, and Dennis Eckersley seemed like a solid core of young players (all age 25 or under) and at age 33 Powell was a former MVP who should have been in the prime of his career.
Of course, Cleveland being Cleveland, Powell had a [Mark May]ty season in 1976 (9 HR, 33 RBI, .215 BA, .643 OPS) and his career was basically over. Bell and Hendrick became very good players elsewhere (Texas and St. Louis, respectively); Gamble never reached his potential; Spikes completely fell apart; Kuiper was all glove, no bat; and Alan Ashby went on to have a long but undistinguished career, primarily with the Houston Astros. Waits never developed and was a mediocre pitcher at best (4th or 5th starter material). Worst of all, Eck became first an ace in Boston, then a Cy Young closer in Oakland, and finally enshrined in Cooperstown.
Just another chapter in Cleveland futility.
[Mark May]ty then, [Mark May]ty now, [Mark May]ty forever.