I hope the players don’t feel the same way I do. If they do, the Cavs are in for a long season.
I am satisfied. I am fulfilled. My 52-year hunger has been sated.
The weekslong celebratory orgy that erupted at 10:36 p.m. on June 19 has left me fat and happy.
Maybe I shouldn’t say this out loud, but I don’t care if no Cleveland sports team wins anything else for the next five years.
I bought the T-shirt. I bought the hat. I even bought the license plate frame. Two of them, in fact.