Thursday, May 13, 2010

Unconditional Love? Why?


I haven't blogged in over a month, and right now, I simply can't even think of a headline for this.

What I just WITNESSed was a team that could not, or refused to, overcome any obstacles.

Maybe LeBron is hurt far more than we were told?

Maybe the Celtics suddenly found the Fountain of Youth?

Maybe the Cleveland Cavaliers were outcoached by the Boston Celtics? I sure feel that their game-plan superseded ours. How can you not? They were able to stop the best player in the NBA. The Cavs got torched by Rajon Rondo. Even Tony Allen looked like a superstar against us. I refuse to believe that we were not outcoached in this series.

Cleveland fans give so much, and get so little in return. In a severly depressed economy, where homes can't sell, people are still losing jobs, foreclosures is still a headline and more people are moving from the city, than moving into it, one thing remains constant: Cleveland sports still sell out.

Granted the Cleveland Indians have a few seats available here and there, the the reality is, Clevelanders are spending their hard earned money, and what are we getting in return?

I feel speechless.

Our beloved Cavaliers gave up? Win or lose, hustle your ass off, earn your money, and stop breaking our hearts. Stop embarassing the City of Cleveland. A city that has given you their money, time and hearts. If you can find a better definition of "unconditional love" than a Clevelander to their sports team, I would love to see it.

Actually, I just found my headline.

LeBron sure seemed to rip his jersey off awfully fast. I wish he realized he tore out millions of hearts as he did it. Upset? Sure LeBron, I'm upset too.

If you decide to turn your back on this city, the day we win a Championship (and yes, there will be a day), I hope the City of Cleveland bans you from ever returning.

Man up, LeBron. You said you want to bring a Championship to Cleveland. Put your money where your mouth is. Cleveland fans have. Year after year. Deliver, King James. If you aren't a man of your word, you aren't a man at all.

Speechless. Again.