CLEVELAND — A jabbing pain sprung Terry Francona from his slumber the night before Game 7 of the 2016 World Series.



The Indians manager had a nightmare, in which someone had cracked his ribs. He had merely fallen asleep atop his remote control, which nestled between his ribs when he rolled over. Also, his glasses were covered in peanut butter, the result of some late-night pretzel dunking into a jar of Jif.



“It was a bad night,” Francona said the next day. “My room looks like a national disaster.”



That’s a common occurrence.



An odor lured Buddy Bell to Francona’s hotel room one day in San Diego 30 years ago, and Bell stumbled upon a graveyard of Francona’s clothes on the floor. Bell spotted a pizza box peeking out from beneath the rubble. Half of the pie remained, with the nearby clothing items coated with a doughy, cheesy solution.



“I ended up cleaning his room for him,” Bell said.