National media has had their eyes on Cleveland all week. Why? Because some basketball player broke our hearts up and down the streets of Cleveland and the shatters were heard all across the country on July 8, 2010. It may sound a bit dramatic to so many people…
Why are we so hung up on one player? It’s just a game, right? There are bigger things in life to worry about. Life goes on.
Really, it doesn’t in the land of no titles won since 1964, aka Cleveland, Ohio. LeYouKnowWho played with our emotions in the most vulnerable time possible. This city supported, catered, cheered and loved this man for so many years. From high school to rookie year to the elbow, we stood behind who we once throned ‘The King.’
Trepidation. Excitement. Fear. Disgust. Sadness.
These are all words that I think of when I think of Thursday nights’ Cavs-Heat game. I never wanted to see LeBron wearing another jersey besides one that adorned a Cavs logo. Why did he have to not only backstab his teammates but an entire city and fans far and near? As I have faith in the people of the city I love, I also have a bit of fear. I’m aware there are fans out there that will do things that will cast a black cloud over the city tonight. It’s bound to happen. Let’s just hope the national media doesn’t dwell on one or two, or ten, immature instances and paint the entire city hateful, juvinile, moronic.
In the end, remember that LeBron was not the answer. He was a false prophet. Some even call him the ‘Whore of Akron’ :P. And karma’s a bitch.
Go Cavs, kick some backstabbin’ ass tonight! And, I love being a Cleveland fan. I wholeheartedly believe our inevitable highs will soften the pain of all the lows we’ve endured over the years.