It's 5:35 central time, a little less than 2 1/2 hours away from The Decision (aka Lebron's announcement) and the more time passes the more angry I feel myself getting. I know, I know. His decision is not based on loyalty, it's based on the green stuff. It's based on how big his ego can be stroked. It's based on warmer freaking weather. All of us from NE Ohio all know this. But it still stinks. No, really it sucks! There I said it. How many times have we been down this road? Seriously.
Remember The Shot. Put a knife in my heart Michael Jordan.
Remember game 7 of the 1997 World Series? That one really hurt.
Remember The Fumble. Gosh, do I dislike John Elway still. 22 years later. Did Ernest Byner ever play another game for the Browns?
I remember heroes like Bernie Kosar, Orel Hershiser, Craig Ehlo, Omar Visquel, Jim Thome. Players who put their heart and sole into Cleveland only to come up short.
I'm not really that big of a Cavaliers fan. I don't really like to watch NBA games. But, I will always be die hard to Cleveland and it's a really hard city to be a fan for year after year. Please, PLEASE don't disappoint LBJ. I will officially have to not let my son be a fan of yours. I will never buy a Nike product with your likeness on it. I won't even drive through Bath and try to spy on your compound. It will be over.
Then on the other hand, if you shock the crap out of me I will first have to visit the bathroom, I'll probably cry and then be a fan for life. It's that simple.