You're Cleveland.

As Sam Wyche pointed out 27 years ago, you don’t live in Cleveland, but for a few minutes forget about everything about Texas 7, Cleveland 0 that gave you the good feels, and imagine the Indians are your team.

It’s been an outstanding year.

Going into the season, your team had a whole lot less reason to believe this was its year than your basketball team did, but . . . .

1. Even though Michael Brantley has basically missed the entire season . . .

2. And even though Carlos Carrasco was shut down for six weeks and Danny Salazar half a month . . .

3. And even though Yan Gomes was having an awful year at the plate even before his separated shoulder in mid-July . . .

4. And even though your impact trade to bring in a frontline catcher in his place was banged when the player used the limited no-trade clause on which he’d included Cleveland decided he didn’t want to be there (but then embraced the opportunity a day later to go to Texas) . . .

. . . . despite all of that, you took a 5.5-game AL Central lead into your late-August, four-game series in Texas, the only team in the American League with a better record (a two-victory edge, with the teams tied in the loss column).

Carrasco was back (and dealing lately), Salazar (among the best pitchers in baseball in the first half) was back, and both were lined up to start against the Rangers, along with Corey Kluber (pitching like he did in his 2014 Cy Young season) and Josh Tomlin.

You were also getting to miss Yu Darvish.

Three of your four frontline starters are slated to go, and if you can somehow take three of four in Arlington, against a scuffling Rangers club, you not only catch Texas for the league’s best record but likely maintain your division lead over the Tigers and Royals, if not increase it.

And, though it’s not something anyone in uniform would publicly admit paying attention to, winning three of four in Texas would give you four wins out of seven this year against the Rangers, whom you wouldn’t face again until the post-season, if at all.

Winning the season series with the Rangers would mean you’d have home field (at least vis a vis Texas) in October — and effectively into November, as the AL will have home field in the World Series this year as well, the result of AL 4, NL 2 on July 12 in San Diego (winning pitcher: Kluber).

You fell to Texas and Cole Hamels on Thursday, meaning you’d need to win three straight to finish the series, but you had Kluber, Carrasco, and Salazar slated to go, with the Rangers countering with Martin Perez, A.J. Griffin, and Derek Holland, who’d made just one big league start since his own two-month shutdown.

You hammered Perez, who had been nails all year at home, beating him 12-1 on Friday night.

Carrasco-Griffin and Salazar-Holland on deck, and you had to feel like there was at least a decent chance, especially if your offense could carry over some momentum from Friday, to win both.

You get a triple from Francisco Lindor on Griffin’s seventh pitch of the game, but don’t score.

OK.

Carrasco draws Nomar Mazara to start the Rangers’ first. Mazara, the 21-year-old who had never led off a professional baseball game at any level until this series, and who was doing so only because Shin-Soo Choo is hurt. He doesn’t have anything close to a prototype leadoff hitter’s approach — and since lighting the league on fire the first two months of the year, he hasn’t really been much more than a singles hitter (.268/.324/.386), either.

It took eight pitches, but Carrasco punched Mazara out swinging.

Ian Desmond then flared one just between shortstop and second for a one-out single.

Carlos Beltran, mired in an 0-for-32 skid — the lengthiest hit drought of his 19-year career and worst for any Ranger in 42 years — bounded a ball to the left side of the infield, but because the Indians had shifted three of four infielders to the right side, by time third baseman Jose Ramirez reached the weakly struck ball and delivered it to first, Beltran had beaten it to the bag.

A strikeout and two soft singles. Carrasco looked to have his good stuff.

Adrian Beltre was up, and first baseman Carlos Santana was playing behind the runner at first, hoping to accentuate the chance to end the inning on a double-play grounder.

Carrasco was thinking about something other than that when he whirled to throw to a bag to which Beltran retreated but at which Santana was not stationed. Carrasco held the ball, and third base umpire Lance Barrett made official the obvious balk.

Now there were men on second and third.

There were all kinds of ways Beltre could put the Rangers on the board first at that point, certainly more than ways the Indians could keep the game scoreless in that match-up.

And Carrasco beat the odds, it appeared, by getting Beltre to ground sharply to third.

But the play didn’t develop as it should have for Cleveland.

Ramirez, several steps off the bag, froze Desmond, who was several steps off the bag, after which the baseball play was for Ramirez to fire to first and record the second out, unless he was clearly (as opposed to probably) closer to the bag than the runner. Ramirez darted to the bag to try and beat Desmond there and get a tag down timely, but he failed. Desmond’s outstretched right hand reached the bag narrowly before Ramirez’s outstretched and gloved left hand reached Desmond’s waist, and Desmond and everyone else was safe.

The irony of Desmond’s tremendously athletic dive back to third base is he’s oddly reluctant to dive back into first on a pitcher’s pickoff move.

It was a really close play, but not so much that the Indians felt they had an argument to challenge the ruling on replay.

Carrasco had thrown 22 pitches, but there was still no score.

Rougned Odor was up, and even though the bases were loaded with just one out, some Rangers fans were a little worried about that, given Odor’s tendency to chase, especially in big run-producing opportunities, and given the life Carrasco had on his stuff.

Strike one to Odor (out of the zone, away, fouled off).

Strike two to Odor (out of the zone, low, swung at and missed).

And on pitch three, a breaking ball down, Odor shot it on the ground, and since you’re Cleveland you’re thinking you’ve possibly escaped the inning as the right-handed Santana turned his body counter-clockwise in preparation to gather the ball and further wheel in that same direction to start a 3-6-1 double play.

But the ball’s second hop wasn’t true, the grounder hit not Santana’s oversized mitt but instead his right shoulder, flicking up and off his body and allowing everyone to advance 90 feet, including Desmond, who arrived in the dugout as the scoreboard flicked to 1-0.

So far: A strikeout, two feebly hit singles, a balk (without which a similar Beltre grounder to third ends the inning on an easy 5-4-3), and another misplayed grounder that produced zero outs rather than one, or two.

And Carrasco at 25 pitches.

Still, the score was just 1-0, and three very quick pitches later, there were two outs, as Carlos Gomez fouled off one in the zone, swung at and missed a second pitch half a foot low and in, and flailed at and missed a third pitch, a foot and a half low and away.

Carrasco at 28 pitches, but now there were two outs and, still, just a one-run deficit.

Alas, Pitch 29 was a center-cut breaking ball, and power hitters who aren’t fooled by center-cut breaking balls send them the other direction at a much greater velocity than that at which they came in.

Mitch Moreland sent the bases-loaded offering into the right field seats really quickly.

You’re Cleveland, and you’re bemoaning the fact that Carrasco, who had already done what a pitcher needed to do in order to record, arguably, five outs, was suddenly down, 5-0.

Elvis Andrus, owner of the second-highest career batting average (minimum 200 at-bats) of any Cleveland opponent ever (behind Nomar Garciaparra), was up next, and if you still had your TV on you probably thought his 1-0 rifle straight away was headed for the seats, too, but it settled into Tyler Naquin’s glove to end the 31-pitch inning that felt like it should have lasted less than half that.

It was early, though, and you’re the Indians, and the other guys have A.J. Griffin on the mound, and you did get two runners on base in the second, even though neither scored.

Unfortunately, it was the last time you got as many as two runners on base in an inning the rest of the night, and you never did push a run across the plate.

Andrus did, though, when in the third he ripped a two-out Carrasco fastball on the inner half into the left field corner, scoring Odor and Moreland to push the score to 7-0, which prompted a bunch of Rangers fans to tweet the word “pizza” for some reason.

You didn’t even get the chance to wish outs on Jonathan Lucroy, who rested so he could play in Sunday’s day game.

You’re Cleveland, and on a night when you had the dependable Carlos Carrasco on the mound, and your offense was facing A.J. Griffin (who didn’t throw a professional pitch in 2015) and relievers Tony Barnette, Jake Diekman, and Matt Bush (two of whom didn’t throw a professional pitch stateside in 2015), you watched Jonathan Lucroy’s backup gather in 10 strikeouts, a bunch on pitches outside the zone (including several elevated fastballs), and the team you crushed, 12-1, the night before put up a pizza score offensively and held your guys scoreless.

Had you won the game, which on paper certainly looked more than doable, you’d have been 20 games over .500 just like the Rangers, and a game ahead in the loss column.

And you could have set up a Sunday ballgame with post-season home field advantage on the line, at least as between these two teams, and possibly all the way through the World Series.

That opportunity, thanks to Texas 7, Cleveland 0, is irreversibly lost.

The August 27 game against the Rangers in Texas certainly wasn’t one you circled when the season began, but it’s a ballgame — or at least a first inning — that you not only look back on with disgust today but might a little more than a month from now as well.

You’re Cleveland, and while those guys in the other dugout and their fan base are probably feeling really good about taking advantage of extra chances offensively and putting zeroes up on the mound last night without a frontline starter or the closer having to pitch, you’re having trouble escaping the thought that you just spit up a game that might end up meaning a whole lot more than a late-August game should, especially if you bothered watching all nine innings after the first one went so horribly and nauseatingly wrong.