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.
As Robert Griffin III exited his press conference for the Cleveland Browns yesterday he answered the final question by saying, “no pressure, no diamonds.” It was in response to being asked if he feels any pressure in Cleveland after all of the failed attempts at finding a franchise quarterback. Saying the fans of Cleveland are desperate for a QB to lead them is about the biggest understatement in all of sports. I feel I can speak for Cleveland Browns fans everywhere when I say that I’d be happy with a QB that just looks adequate and can win games when it matters most. A franchise guy would be great but just give us hope. Not since Bernie Kosar have the Browns had a QB that the city truly rallied around and felt that he could be a guy that could take us into the playoffs. Tim C0uch had the city behind him but unfortunately he didn’t have a line in front of him. Injuries ended his career before it ever really began.
So here we are with RG3. Former GM Mike Holmgren tried everything he could to lure the pick away from St. Louis in order to take Griffin. After he won Rookie of the Year it’s hard to believe that RG3 is now on the team that wanted him so badly only 3 years ago. The question is will he be a diamond or another piece of coal.
Well, it didn’t take long for Johnny Manziel to screw up and find himself as the backup quarterback for the Cleveland Browns yet again. This time though he’s been demoted all the way to third string. Quite a week for a guy that was told he would be the starter for the last six games of the regular season. As a Browns fan I was actually looking forward to seeing what Manziel could do. Could he lead a team and show promise or would he be just another name on the always growing list of disappointing Browns quarterbacks. The latter seems to be the one to bet on at this time. Manziel was caught on video over last weekend drinking and singing at a rooftop bar. Not a big deal. After all, he’s over age and the Browns were on their bye week. However, when you tell the coach that you’re going to hit the books and be professional and then do the complete opposite, it’s not a good look. The kicker though is when you lie to the organization and say the video was old. Really? This is the guy the Browns are considering handing over the offense to? The guy can’t even make the right decision off the field leading up to the biggest professional game of his short career. I say move on from Manziel and be done with his drinking, partying, and lying ways. Let him be a problem for another organization. The Browns need to focus on so much more and the last thing they should be dealing with is a guy who can’t be taken at his word who has a drinking problem. Just my frustrated two cents worth.
Johnny Manziel has the last 6 games of this season to prove to the Browns organization and to it’s fan base that he can lead this team to the playoffs and ultimately the Super Bowl. Stop laughing. I know, I know, the idea of Manziel being able to do just that makes even a die-hard fan like myself question my sanity. Sure, Manziel has shown a few glimpses of his former Heisman winning Texas A&M self on a hand full of plays. But didn’t Brandon Weeden impress us with his cannon-like arm when he was the starting QB? I remember Brady Quinn looking like he had potential and Derek Anderson playing in the Pro Bowl. The bottom line is that Johnny Manziel has to not only impress Browns fans in these final games, he needs to absolutely blow us away. If he doesn’t I have a strong feeling that number one pick we’re staring at is going to have QB written all over it. Once again!
As I sit here in my Brooklyn studio writing this post, I still don’t think it has fully sunk in that two guys from Sports Illustrated and the MMQB were here interviewing me for a video feature on FantasyTrophies.com. As a ten year old I would draw images of athletes from the covers of SI, totally enthralled in capturing every detail. I would then cut them out and tape them to my bedroom walls as my little shrine to sports greatness. So to now have Sports Illustrated interested in something that I’ve done just doesn’t seem possible. After all, I’m just a guy from Cleveland, Ohio that hand crafts trophies for fantasy sports leagues. A Super Bowl MVP or Cy Young Award was never in the cards and I never dreamed the magazine that I so loved as a kid would actually one day interview me.
Matt and John’s reaction, upon entering my studio, made it clear that they thought they made the right decision. Matt admitted that the story of me starting in my parent’s garage and now producing trophies in a shop in Brooklyn was what drew him to the story. Hearing about how Jay-Z, Curt Schilling, Cole Hamels, and other celebrities play for my trophies was just icing on the cake. The real story was on how I found a niche that I love and was able to build a business off of that. Something that I know that ten year old boy would’ve thought was pretty cool as well.
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.
As game 6 of the NBA Finals is about to tip off, the question on the minds of many is if Lebron will be voted the series MVP even if the Cavaliers lose. I for one think he should. The MVP award doesn’t state that it needs to go to a player on the winning side. If that is not a prerequisite than Lebron’s name should be on it hands down. He’s putting up numbers that have never been seen in the history of The Finals and we may never see again. No other player has ever been asked to carry a team without it’s other two All-Stars in trying to win a title. Lebron is proving just how amazing he is and that win or lose he deserves the MVP. In my opinion.
As a lifelong and diehard Cleveland Cavaliers fan, I’m still in total shock that Lebron James is back in the wine and gold. Today’s media day coverage was a blast to listen to and watch online. Seeing the new Big 3 of Lebron, Kevin Love, and Kyrie Irving finally in their uniforms makes the reality of the situation sink in that much more. This is going to be one hell of a season to be a Cavs fan. A season that has me already ordering the NBA Package. Go Cavs!
If you grow up in Northeast Ohio like I did, you understand the agony that is associated with it’s professional sports teams. From “The Drive” to “The Fumble” to “The Shot,” each one drives a stake of pain deeper into the collective souls of every fan. Just say the name Jose Mesa to a Clevelander and you might get a beer thrown in your face just before seeing a right hook coming your way. Because of these heartbreaking memories, (along with the river once catching on fire because it was so polluted) Cleveland has been the butt of jokes for years on end. It’s something that you just learn to take and shake off when you hear national media use your home area as a punchline to a tired and overused joke.
Friday’s decision by Lebron James to return to Northeast Ohio and the Cleveland Cavaliers however helps to change that punchline into something entirely different. Lebron understands the pain of the area. He grew up in it as a kid who followed the Browns, Indians, and Cavaliers and experienced the heartbreak right along with so many others. His letter in Sports Illustrated demonstrated his understanding that Cleveland has been without a championship for 50 years when he said, “Our city hasn’t had that feeling in a long, long, long time. My goal is still to win as many titles as possible, no question. But what’s most important for me is bringing one trophy back to Northeast Ohio.”
I, like so many others, said one championship in Cleveland would be worth at least 5 in Miami. Lebron seems to agree to some extent. He knows what a title would mean to an area that has been so deprived for so long. He also knows what his return means for so many business owners in downtown Cleveland who struggled to stay afloat in the wake of his decision to go to Miami four years ago. The economic impact he’ll have on Northeast Ohio will be immeasurable. Just ask people in Chicago what Michael Jordan meant to their city financially.
Lebron’s decision will undoubtably keep the Cavaliers in title contention for years to come. However, his return means more than just the hope of raising championship banners. For many it means the difference between struggling to stay open and being able to pay your bills. And for that reason I’m most excited to see Lebron return home.
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.