a good friend of mine, cubby, just emailed me the following blog post saying that he didn't care if i posted it or not but he just wanted to share how he was feeling about the whole lebron debacle.
and who am i to stifle anyone's freedom of speech? plus, after i read it we are essentially on the exact same page.
enjoy. have a great weekend, kids.
Hi. My name is Kevin. And I love Cleveland.
Sound like group therapy? Apparently we need it. Just when you feel like things are looking up, something comes along to take the wind out of our collective sail. I don’t need to rehash any portion of The Decision. Where the therapy comes in is helping make sense of what it all means (and maybe a big group hug at the end).
(Insert any athlete’s name here) leaving is not an indictment on the state of a region. Athletes exist in a bizarre, parallel universe that you and I will never comprehend. Logical reasoning and decision making are typically not part of the equation, since making millions of dollars for playing a game and being fawned over isn’t particularly logical in and of itself. Plants grow in conditions where they can thrive; egos aren’t much different. So it comes as no surprise that they flock to bright lights and maximum attention. In this instance, the old break-up cliché is actually true: it’s not you, it’s me (me being the athlete’s id).
Question – when you woke up today, what was different in your life? Answer – absolutely nothing.
Lebron James has had no discernible impact on your life. You’ll do everything today, tomorrow, next month as you would have if he were here. Cleveland will not crumble into Lake Erie. Downtown will not turn into Ghost town. No bars or restaurants will close, and if they do, they sucked anyway (I’m looking at you, Local Heroes and Forti’s).
What has changed: the Cavs now suck. So what? Most of our sports teams have sucked for the majority of their existence, with a few minor aberrations that inevitably led to heartbreak. Those heartbreaks make us what we are. You know what championship starved fans look like once relieved of that burden? Three words: Red Sox Nation. Have you seen these people or dealt w/ them post-October 2004? Words can’t describe the contempt that winning breeds. Insufferable pricks comes to mind. Embrace the hardiness of being a Clevelander. It gives you character.
So what have we learned? Cleveland is still alive and kicking, and the only loyalty towards it you can count on is your own. Other than just simply living here (or being from here), what will you do to prove your loyalty? You love this city for some reason; let it be known why. I’m not asking you to put on a cheer-leading skirt and pick up pom-poms. What I am asking is not to be an accomplice to stereotyping and bashing, which amazingly comes exclusively from narrow minded people who have never been to Cleveland. Your portrayal of Cleveland is ultimately the picture that is in the minds of others; paint it the way you see it and live it. Only then will the distorted view of our fair city finally come into focus.
Don’t worry about one man’s legacy; he made his bed last night and history will define it for him accordingly. The better question is: what will your legacy be? Don’t be bitter. Be better.