Cleveland sports is cursed. It's official.
I live in a state where the professional baseball and football teams have never won a World Series or Super Bowl. Where those teams have been to a combined one championship. Where the thing that our area seems to love the most, Starbucks, betrays its own people—selling the one team that wins us a championship to the most evil person on the face of the Earth. Yep, what was once 41 years of Seattle Sonics basketball is now playing in Oklahoma City as the Zombie Sonics (Breathe TJ, breathe . . . try to think happy thoughts).
I think I have a pretty good understanding of sports atrocity.
It can be difficult being a Seattle sports fan like myself, but lets take a look at the experiences of a Cleveland sports fan. (Note: if you are a Cleveland sports fan you may want to look away).
1954: The Cleveland Indians win 111 games only to get swept in the World Series by the San Francisco Giants. The fans have to be reminded of this sweep constantly through Willie Mays’ famous over the shoulder catch in center field, which is seen on highlight reels regularly even decades later. It's known as “The Catch” (Folsom).
1987: John Elway’s fourth quarter march down the field and score for the Denver Broncos against the Cleveland Browns in the AFC Championship game. The score capped off a huge come-from-behind victory in the final seconds to win the game; ending Cleveland's Super Bowl hopes. It's known as “The Drive” (Folsom).
1988: Earnest Byner’s “But he never fumbles!” play on the two yard line during the AFC Championship . . . facing the Broncos again. The score would have tied the game with 1:12 left, but instead prevented the Browns from reaching the Super Bowl yet again. It's known as “The Fumble” (Folsom).
1989: Series tied at 2-2, the Cleveland Cavaliers are on the verge of beating Michael Jordan's Chicago Bulls in the first round of the playoffs. Up by one, with three seconds remaining, Jordan drains his famous, fadeaway jumper at the buzzer; winning the game and the series. It's known as “The Shot” (Folsom)
1995: Art Modell moves the Cleveland Browns, once the NFL's signature franchise, to Baltimore (Dear Cleveland fans: I feel for you, I really feel for you. Signed, Seattle fan) (Folsom).
Things can't be so bad for Cleveland fans now though, right? Sure the Indians gave up on their season before the All-Star break . . . dishing out talent and adding prospects and hoping they can be good in five years. Sure the Browns have tried and failed to win the past two seasons; alternating between two starting quarterbacks (because name a country that doesn't have two presidents, or what kind of ship sets sail without two captains, and where would the catholics be without the popes?).
But Cleveland fans got LeBron. King James himself; born and raised in Ohio. The man who the Cavaliers pick up after winning the number one overall pick in the lottery and makes Cleveland sports relevant again. The man who has been compared to Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson even in High School. The savior of Cleveland sports who vows to bring you an NBA championship.
Oh wait . . . I forgot.
2010: LeBron James announces in an hour long national television segment through ESPN that he would not be resigning with his hometown franchise after playing there for seven years, with one NBA finals appearance to show for it, (in which you got swept in four games by the San Antonio Spurs) back-hand slapping his former team in the face and breaking their hearts in the way he sets up the announcement, telling the world “I have decided I am going to take my talents to South Beach” so you can join your two proclaimed best friends Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh, even though the three of you shied away from announcing this earlier so you could build up drama for your reality TV show (New York executives said that Bosh seemed more interested in having his cameramen ready than meeting with the Knicks) and in doing so, breaking the hearts of every Cleveland fan in one moment, causing riots, fights and the burning of James' Cavaliers jerseys in the streets and showing how low you really are because you realize the only way you can get past Orlando and Boston in the East and maybe having a shot at facing Kobe Bryant in the finals is by stacking your team with superstars, which you have secretly planned on doing since the 2008 Olympics.
(Whew. Sorry about that . . . just had to get all that out. Please take a break and breathe in some air before you move on).
Oh and by the way; James' announcement is known as “The Decision.” If you have been keeping score, Cleveland has been on the losing end of “The Catch,” “The Drive,” “The Fumble,” “The Shot” and “The Decision.”
Ouch.
Since words can't fully describe James' betrayal of his hometown, I will have to use an analogy. Remember in “Star Wars: Episode III” where Anakin Skywalker is torn between siding with the Jedi or join the dark side and save the Sith Lord? I had seen the next three episodes so I knew that Anakin would turn to the dark side, but I was still shocked that he would kill Samuel L. Jackson and betray the Republic. For the last two years people have been talking about the 2010 free agency and said James could leave. People have been saying that a team with a lot of cap space could sign multiple big name free agents, but I was still shocked to see it actually happen. As soon as Anakin sided with the Sith Lord and betrayed his own people, the whole Jedi order fell to pieces. Well the Jedi is the Cavaliers and they might have to wait 20 years and hope they get a top draft choice somewhere along the road. Then the'll have to pick up a Luke Skywalker before they ever win another championship.
(Sorry Dan Gilbert, I just don't see it happening. I agree with most of the things you said in your letter, but calling out James like that isn't going to attract many free agents. But again, I can see why you said it).
James should have given the team that gave him his first shot in the NBA, and the team that gave into his every demand during his seven years there, the common decency of telling them he was leaving. He should have called up Gilbert and the Cavs the day before the decision to let them in on what was about to happen. Those fans should not have had to find out through an hour long television special on ESPN.
This is why Cleveland fans were cited burning their James Cavaliers jerseys, turning them in to local bars (and receiving free drinks for doing so), and name-calling, picking a fight with, and ultimately forcing one man to be escorted out of a Cleveland Indians game by security because he idiotically chose to sport a James Miami Heat jersey.
Should sports matter this much? Of course not, but they do anyway. People form emotional bonds with their sports teams. The bond between Cleveland fans and the savior of their team was ripped out of place. That is why this happened.
This experience was like somehow getting the girl that you have had a crush on since the second grade to be your girlfriend in middle school. Things were going great, you two were the talk of the school and every other guy was wondering how you had hooked up with her. She wins homecoming queen your freshman year in high school. Then during halftime of the homecoming game, she announces to everybody that she will no longer be dating you but will now be going out with the stud quarterback for the football team. Feeling betrayed and embarrassed you run home and burn that picture of you and her on your nightstand. And you have already made sure to sign up for all the same classes with her so you are stuck having to see her . . . everyday.
That might even be an understatement considering one Cleveland fan emailed ESPN.com sports columnist Bill Simmons writing, “My wife could have slept with my father and I wouldn’t feel this betrayed” (Simmons).
So now James will play for the Miami Heat. Have I mentioned this is the same team that resigned superstar Dwayne Wade and signed all-star Chris Bosh? That is two superstars and one all-star playing for the same team; a super-team formed overnight. Not only did James slap his home-state with his back-hand to the face, but he violated one of the unwritten rules of basketball: You don’t stack the teams.
I have played a lot of pickup games in my life. Everybody knows that if the teams are uneven, you split them up to make them better games. The two best players in the gym don’t play on the same team, nor would they want to. Each of those guys would want to prove that they are better than the other, if they possessed any dignity. What is the point of even playing if they are just going to run the court every game.
The following are a few of the unwritten rules that have been broken during the 2010 free agency period.
Unwritten rule 1: You don’t stack the teams.
Unwritten rule 2: Superstars bring players to their teams, they don’t go to other teams.
Unwritten rule 3: You don’t slap your team in the face. *Especially if you are of superstar status.
Unwritten rule 4: Superstars get it done where they started. (Note: See Bill Russell, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, and Wade).
James deciding to break these rules shows why he can never be compared to guys like Jordan, Johnson, or Russell. These guys were loyal to their teams and won the right way. Jordan’s reaction to James’ decision was exactly like I thought it would be. He said, “There's no way, with hindsight, I would've ever called up Larry [Bird], called up Magic [Johnson] and said, 'Hey, look, let's get together and play on one team'" (Jordan).
Jordan wouldn’t have done it because he is a killer; LeBron is not. LeBron is a kid who wants to have fun. So that is what LeBron is going to get. He is going to be playing in one of the most fun cities in the world, alongside two of his best buddies. More power to him; there is nothing wrong with that. All that it means is he will never be considered as great as Jordan; no matter how many championships he wins.
Charles Barkley also pointed out that “there would have been something honorable about staying in Cleveland.” That is because winning one championship in Cleveland would have meant more than winning three championships with Miami. For all the disappointment and heart-ache that Cleveland has experienced, James would have solidified himself as one of the all-time greats if he had committed to Cleveland and lived up to his vow to bring them a championship (Jordan).
Cleveland didn’t offer the best team to put around James, or the greatest chance to bring a better name to his brand; but they offered the biggest challenge and the best opportunity to build on his legacy. It offered him the chance to prove he deserves to be talked about in the same sentence as Jordan. It would have been a great thing for the NBA if he chose Cleveland instead either Chicago or Miami's intriguing rosters or even the bright lights of New York. If he instead would have just said, “I'm staying in Cleveland because I'm going to show that I am the best player to ever play this game and I can win anywhere.”
Instead James took the easy way out, and every championship he wins will be overshadowed by the fact he had to go to Wade county for help.
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