Sports
So. The Cleveland Cavaliers, the team with the best regular season record and led by incredible talent and league MVP LeBron James, got bounced from the second round of the playoffs last night by the veteran Boston Celtics.
This is a huge shock to everyone. Everyone, that is, except for Cleveland sports fans. For us, this is just the annual crushing heartbreak that one or more of our sports franchises visits upon us without fail.
Look, I know there are way more important things. I know that children are starving and the economy is a mess and politicians are tearing the fabric of our country apart by being more interested in winning than in working. I know that there are huge wars and individual heartbreaks and people who are lost and hurting. I know that I have job worries and family troubles to take care of and all manner of real life things to concern myself with.
But today I don't care. Today, I'm trying to fight back tears because my team lost and our star let us down and he's probably leaving. I feel like I'm at the beginning of a bad breakup- I feel betrayed, but I don't want him to leave. And I hate myself for wanting him to stay and I hate him for not acting like he wants to stay.
It was a restless night at our house. Hard to sleep when you feel like this. My husband figures that he'll never see a Cleveland championship in his lifetime. Mind you, he's only 36, so most likely he has a while to bear that out. Still...I see his point. It feels like that. It really does.
Again.
This is a huge shock to everyone. Everyone, that is, except for Cleveland sports fans. For us, this is just the annual crushing heartbreak that one or more of our sports franchises visits upon us without fail.
Look, I know there are way more important things. I know that children are starving and the economy is a mess and politicians are tearing the fabric of our country apart by being more interested in winning than in working. I know that there are huge wars and individual heartbreaks and people who are lost and hurting. I know that I have job worries and family troubles to take care of and all manner of real life things to concern myself with.
But today I don't care. Today, I'm trying to fight back tears because my team lost and our star let us down and he's probably leaving. I feel like I'm at the beginning of a bad breakup- I feel betrayed, but I don't want him to leave. And I hate myself for wanting him to stay and I hate him for not acting like he wants to stay.
It was a restless night at our house. Hard to sleep when you feel like this. My husband figures that he'll never see a Cleveland championship in his lifetime. Mind you, he's only 36, so most likely he has a while to bear that out. Still...I see his point. It feels like that. It really does.
Again.