Every article in the June issue of CBC was written well before the Boston Celtics eliminated the Cavaliers in the NBA playoffs. Every article, that is, except the one you’re reading right now.
As is often the case during the production of monthly magazines, editors and publishers save their own columns for last. There’s always something else to do. For instance, I had to write the cover story for this issue, one in which I indirectly praise the Cavs and LeBron James while lauding the work of a Cleveland State professor who is trying to cure cancer.
Yeah, go figure: I somehow juxtaposed good chemistry and the Cavaliers.
As a lifelong Clevelander — one who was 7 months old in December of 1964, when the Browns garnered the city’s last major sports title — you would think I would have known better than to look ahead.
My initial intent was to dedicate this space to the Northeast Ohioans who constantly complain about our weather, which, bizarre as it may seem, I happen to like. I can’t imagine how boring the clear, blue sky would be if it greeted us every day. Likewise, I can imagine how brown my lawn would be.
So, while praising the rain and snow and clouds, I was going to whine about the weather whiners and tell them to suck it up.
Now, of course, we can all thank the Wine and Gold for taking our minds off of rainy Mondays in May and everything else that supposedly makes us such a miserable place to live.
I learned a long time ago, thanks to The Drive, The Fumble, and The Shot, among other sports-related disasters, not to give my heart to sports teams, particularly those hailing from Cleveland. But as I write this, less than 24 hours after the fact, my soul does hurt for the city and its people.
Most of us deserve better, if only because of our dedication and perseverance. Championships do play a role in a region’s collective psyche, which happened to be the theme of our April cover story on Cavs owner Dan Gilbert.
I’m not sure what Gilbert does next. I’m not sure what any of us do next in terms of being sports fans.
The forecast is bleak. And even I can’t see the bright side of that.