The NBA Playoff match-ups are set and my Cleveland Cavaliers limp in to the first round as a 2 seed going up against the Indiana Pacers. It’s now time to see if health is ultimately more important than firing on all cylinders. Tyronn Lue has continually said that he feels good about his team entering the playoffs because they are all finally healthy. We shall see. Since the All-Star break the Cavs have been the most unpredictable team in the league. One game they look like the reigning NBA Champs and the following 3 games it seems like they couldn’t beat the team they put on the floor prior to Lebron’s return. It’s been frustrating to say the least. Defensively the Cavaliers look disinterested and completely out of sorts. The only thing that is consistent is the look on all of their faces as each night the opposing point guard break down their perimeter D and drives all the way to the bucket. The Cavs faithful will say it’s because Tristan Thompson has been out of the line-up and they have no rim protection. I’m not buying it. Defense starts with a willingness to lock your man down and not rely on the help behind you play after play. Plus, this has been a problem all season.
Now I’m not saying the Cavs can’t turn it on when Indiana rolls in to Cleveland for game 1. It’s always hard to bet against Lebron. His confidence in his ability and the guys around him is always comforting and it’s hard to dispute his domination over the Eastern Conference. Right now though this team doesn’t seem mentally tough enough to be holding the Larry O’Brien trophy when it’s all said and done. I hope I’m wrong. Go Cavs!
It’s been two weeks since my hometown Cleveland Cavaliers won game 7 of the NBA Championship after being down 3-1 to the Golden State Warriors and I think it’s finally starting to sink in. Watching the 4th quarter of the game every other day seems to help.
As many of you know, I’m a huge Cleveland sports fan and thus suffered through the heartache and misery of the Browns, Indians, and Cavaliers for the last 40 years. Unless you’re a Cleveland fan you just can’t fully understand the gravity of continually losing in the most gut wrenching, rip your heart out kind of ways. Or the long agonizing droughts all three teams have experienced. So for the Cavaliers to finally win a Championship after Cleveland fans have suffered for 52 years, was an indescribable moment. One that I knew I had to experience in Cleveland.
When the Cavaliers won game 6 my wife turned to me as I crawled into bed and asked, “what happened? Did they win?” I simply said, “I’m going to Cleveland.” She knew that I wasn’t joking. I’ve told her all along that if any Cleveland team had a shot at a Championship I’d be experiencing the moment in my hometown. Two days later I was on the road at 6 am making the eight hour trip from Brooklyn, NY. The next 8 hours would be filled with thoughts of a miraculous comeback from a 3-1 deficit (something no team had ever done in NBA history) and a ticker tape parade through the streets of downtown. The images I had floating around in my head though were hard to embrace. After all, I’d been burned so many times in the past that I think I didn’t want to get too excited. Misery hurts that much more when you’re coming down from a place of confidence and glee.
When my friends and I arrived downtown the streets were bustling with fans that had the same kind of wishful confidence that was brewing inside of me. Would this be THE night? We eventually found ourselves at a hotel bar that was packed with screaming patrons. All of us with one common desire; to witness and experience history. The game was a back and forth battle with neither team able to deliver a knockout blow. When Golden State surged slightly ahead in the fourth quarter you could feel the “here we go again” air fill the room. I’ve breathed it in many times in my 45 years and know exactly what it tastes and feels like. The Cavaliers however would quickly answer and soon found themselves in a 89-89 tie with just over 4 minutes left in the game. The collective heartbeat of the 100+ fans in that hotel bar raced as all of us felt that our dreams of a Championship might actually be realized. Then it happened. With just under a minute to go in the game, Kyrie Irving launched a 3 pointer that will forever live in Cleveland sports history. It was the shot that put us ahead for good. As the final seconds ticked off the clock the bar erupted in screams, laughter, embrace, and overall hysteria. I was in partial disbelief as I hugged friends and total strangers. We had all been downtown for the chance we’d experience what was now taking place; absolute collective joy. 52 years of suffering was gone. The curse was finally dead. Cleveland had its Championship!
The exuberance would soon fill the streets as ecstatic fans of all ages, colors, and nationalities spilled out of the bars. Everyone was now hugging and high fiving, yelling and chanting, laughing and crying. This was pure heaven for a sports fan. The misery and suffering of 52 years was finally being washed away in one night. A night that I had wished for so many years and now one that I’ll never forget.
Three days later the ticker tape parade happened where an estimated 1.3 million fans filled the streets of Cleveland. People from all over the country and world were there to take in the experience. I made sure that I was one of them. My friend Mario and I were downtown by 6 am in order to grab the perfect parking spot and hold our place along the route. Little did we know that getting a location that early didn’t matter since the streets would be overrun with fans. The parade was even delayed because the route was clogged with so many people that the parade couldn’t get through. This was Cleveland! A city and it’s fans that had been waiting for this moment for five decades. As Lebron, Kyrie, JR Smith, and all the other players slowly drove past I found myself reflecting back on the heartache of years gone by. “The Drive”, “The Fumble”, “Red Right 88”, “The Shot”, Jose Mesa, “The Decision”, and many others were now finally going to take a back seat to the incredible memories from the most amazing week I had ever experienced in my beloved hometown of Cleveland, Ohio.
The Cleveland Cavaliers may have lost to the Golden State Warriors last night in the NBA Finals but things are definitely bright in my hometown. I can admit without hesitation that the Warriors were the better team. They were also the healthier one. Cleveland played the entire series without Kevin Love and only had Kyrie Irving for the majority of game 1. That’s two All-Stars in their prime sitting out the biggest series of their lives. Not to mention Anderson Varejao was lost early on in the season. With that said, Lebron was still able to carry the Cavs to game 6 before running out of gas in the end. It’s rare that a team in Cleveland loses and fans aren’t completely devastated. However, this is one instance that we can say “wait until next year” are truly believe it.
Lebron James to the Cavaliers seems to be a real possibility. National and Cleveland media have jumped all over the Lebron to Cleveland bandwagon once it was reported that Dan Gilbert’s private plane was headed from Detroit to Florida Sunday afternoon. Many reports had Lebron’s good friend Žydrūnas Ilgauskas on the flight in what many assume was the Cavaliers attempt to persuade Lebron to head back to Cleveland. Will it work? Who knows. The one thing I know is that not only would Lebron’s return to the Cavaliers make them an instant contender, but it would also revitalize a city that has not been the same since he left. As much as I hated him for leaving my beloved Cavaliers, I’d have to learn to forgive and welcome him with open arms. After all, a team with Lebron, Kyrie, and Wiggins or Love on it would be a hell of a show. Fingers crossed.