There is comfort in familiarity…
And for a Cleveland sports fan, there is familiarity in pain.
This isn’t a recap of the Cavaliers championship. It’s a look at that night through the eyes of a Cleveland fan. But more importantly than being a Cleveland fan, I’m a Clevelander.
As I sat on my couch getting ready for game 7 of the NBA Finals at the end of my first Father’s Day, my son asleep in his crib, and my wife on the adjacent couch, I felt comfortable. I wasn’t worried about the pain of losing a Game 7 and a championship. I knew that pain. I was familiar with that pain. And so, I was comfortable with it. Honestly, I was a little too comfortable.
I knew how I would feel if we lost. I knew what I would do. I was at peace.
I would watch the clock dwindle to zero, take a deep breath and stare at the ground. I wouldn’t be mad, but I would be upset. I would wonder if we ran into a dynasty with the Warriors. Off-season trades were already going through my head and what type of move we could make with Kevin Love to beat the Warriors next year. I would finish my drink, shut down Twitter and the TV, and take myself to bed.
As painful as that sounds, I was comfortable with it. Again, it was familiar, and there is comfort in familiarity.
But as the fourth quarter began I moved the edge of my seat. Most of the rest of the game was watched there or standing. I sipped bourbon and refreshed Twitter in between plays, and as the Cavs battled back and forth it became apparent that we might actually pull this out.
And then it happened; The Block, The Shot, and The Lock.
As the clock struck zero, I stood up with my hands in the air. I looked at my wife, and I didn’t know what to do.
This was a new feeling. This was winning.
Am I supposed to yell? Should I run around the block screaming? Do I drive around the neighborhood honking my horn blasting the 1980’s Cavs song?
I walked over to my wife and hugged and kissed her. With a tear streaming down my cheek I told her “congratulations, you’re a champion.” We are all champions.
That night I shed tears of joy for this city. The city that I call home. The city that I vehemently defend against hack sports writers that have never been here and don't know a damn thing about this city and its people. The city that deserves this championship more than any other city. The city that found comfort in pain. I love this city.
This was a new feeling. That night we became champions. We handled that responsibility with excitement, respectability and class. We high-fived, hugged, and clanked glasses with total strangers in celebration. But we were never really total strangers. We’re Clevelanders. And now I can find comfort in knowing that so much of the world was watching us become the champions that we were always ready to be.
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