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to be honest, at the end of the game I was a bit disgusted with myself at having rooted solely against a team, or really against one person, and not actually for anyone. started to like the mavs a bit, but my heart wasn’t in it for them, it was just overwhelmingly wrought with that animalistic hatred born from a sense of protectiveness against man who fronted on my entire hometown and made my mother cry real tears, screaming “you fucker! you broke my heart!” Thought the loss would have been more satisfying, but it wasn’t really.  i came to the realization at the end of the game that perhaps we have to be careful not to put too much weight on one “loser” for causing all of our frustration as Clevelanders. the collapse of the city was personified by the dilapidation of our former king in the final games of the series. last night just made me sad that lebron’s loss is the closest our city has gotten to winning at anything in the last three decades.

my friend asked me “didn’t you leave Cleveland for the money too?” in response, we didnt leave for money. we left because there are no jobs there. because cleveland can’t love us the way it wants to love us. because it is a rust belt city, suffering from the wrath of globalization, the death of big industry in this country, jobs sent abroad, the deterioration of union power, and lack of innovative approaches by local and national leadership to foster future growth in the entire region.  get to know a city.