Huron. Ontario. Michigan. Erie. Superior. HOMES. The Great Lakes.
The Cavaliers of the NBA brought you a present.
Yes, it’s the Cleveland team from the “Mistake on the Lake”. But, this one is for all of us, those Midwest Minions who tough out the Winters in search of a Winner.
We sit on the World’s largest “fresh water” supply. Our factories annihilated the Axis. And we, usually with Great Lakes Futility, rabidly support our teams through frequent famine and now, glorious feast. CAVS. NBA Champs. 2016.
The weather here sucks, to say the least. Championships happen as often as “sunshine“. So, when the radiant rays of victory arrive, we share it just like that push we give a stranger stuck in a snow drift or the extra crate of corn we give to our neighbor.
My MidWest was a place of volunteer coaches, pick-up games, and playing outside (even in a blizzard) until the street lights came on. And, in NorthEastern Ohio, everyone pretended to be JIM BROWN, that demi-god who brought an NFL championship to the Browns in 1964. I was 12.
Now, approaching “When I’m 64”, I once again relish a #1 team. There is a new Titan, Lebron James. And a new populace of sports Olympus, The Cavaliers.
Fans and fanaticism mostly fall on deaf ears or not-so-subtle eye-rolling. Many see it as infantile, shallow, and nonessential. They ain’t from the MidWest.
We stand and sing the National Anthem with tearful, patriotic fervor. We endure fumbles, bumbles, and strike-outs with energetic exasperation, mumbling the ever-present mantra, “Next year. Just watch.”
Well, next year is here and I gladly offer this trophy to Toronto, Detroit, Chicago, Green Bay, and Minneapolis. You are part of our Blue Collar Brigade and welcomed participants in this CAV triumph.
But, ya gotta come HOMES to Cleveland to see it. Don’t worry, the Cuyahoga River doesn’t burn anymore. And if you come in the Winter (anytime between October and May) we’ll be there to give “yuns“ a push and “some beers“.
This is The Great Lakes. It’s what we do.