Feeling much better …
30 05 2007Ah! How wonderful the weather is!
It seems to have gotten so pretty these last few days.
The sun has been beaming so brightly, the scent of the flowers so uplifting, I nearly found myself skipping down the street.
Things are so good, I didn’t even mute the mumblemouthed meterologist, who was (of course) talking about when rain would come.
Wanna know why?
Since the last post, the Cavaliers have managed to pull things together a bit, not only staving off elimination from the Eastern Conference playoffs, but tie up the series with two strong (if not totally convincing) performances. Yeah, the 3rd quarter still tends to be an exercise in futility, as if they all smoke pot and eat Thanksgiving dinner before coming back to play, and yeah, the Pistons are a bit overrated this year, but these Cavs - flaws and all - are giving me a reason to believe they’ll do better than any other Cavs team in the past 20 years I’ve been watching them.
I actually found myself excited at the possibility that they could beat the Spurs, who by the morning should be waiting for the winner of the East in the Finals. See, that’s how the Browns used to get me. I’d be thinking, “They should beat Denver this year!” Then some bonehead forgets to hold onto the football, as another one forgets to block, and PRESTO! Hopes dashed. Or, “It’s the 11th inning, all we gotta do is finish this one, and the World Series is ours!” Then some fielder boots a grounder and another chokes his own dip juice on the mound, and VOILA! Instant meltdown.
This is Cleveland, after all. Al Bundy was really living in Cleveland, but didn’t realize it. Lovable losers move here, look at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and believe they’ve arrived. But the Hall is an oasis of winnerdom, surrounded by the stench of close, heartwrenching loses, which smell a lot like dead, three-eyed walleye floating on the lake.
But that’s the past, right? We got a kid from round here, who don’t care so much bout that. In fact, he’s too young to have even personally seen the 1986 Browns play live. You say Mike Baab, he says “Does he sell suits for big and tall people?” And that might be what we need to get over this hump.
Or maybe LeBron will still end up playing for the Knicks…
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