I will not rehash the multitude of Cleveland sports miseries here. Yes, I’m old enough to remember most of them. They are a part of Cleveland culture that is hurtful and is a constant reminder of failure and what was never meant to be. As the cliché goes, when Cleveland finally wins a championship, it will be even sweeter.
But what happened last night was a travesty of epic proportions. One one hand you have The Decision, which by itself ranks up there with The Fumble. On the other hand, you have Cleveland’s favorite son throwing the city directly under the national media bus. He has reaffirmed what everyone has always said.
“Cleveland sucks.” “Why does anyone want to go to Cleveland?”
Too bad that’s an untrue narrative that has been created by ESPN in order to justify the Misery Montage. Cleveland does not suck. Cleveland is not a depressed area that with crippling unemployment. If you want an actual example of civic decay, head up north to Detroit. That is a city truly rotting from the inside. But it’s not the case here. Cleveland is surrounded by gorgeous green space, culture, and completely bordered to the north by one of the Great Lakes. Try living in the South West where fresh water will one day be as scarce as that elusive Cleveland Championship.
LeBron chose the easy way out. He followed his buddies like a lapdog. He will never have the chance to fulfill his dream to be the greatest player of all time. I’ve known since Game 5 of the Celtics series that LeBron was heading for greener pastures. His attitude at the post-game press conference towards booing Cleveland fans was telling. We were spoiled, he said. That’s right buddy. We were spoiled by a petulant child who is incapable of succeeding on his own.
So with that, I bid you adieu LBJ. My Cavs James gear will be heading to the garbage can. I hope that you never win a title and I will actively cheer for whichever team happens to be playing the Heat. The city and the Cav’s organization will move forward without you. This is the right you have earned for seven years of play in Cleveland. But the cost is remarkable. Choosing to dump Cleveland in the national spotlight with such disrespect means you can’t come back. The area you claimed to love is now radioactive, with a half life of 50 years. I feel terrible for another generation of Cleveland’s children who now fully understand the heartache that comes with sports in this town.
Sad, but moving on.
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