So I've had some time to recover from the sweep that the Cleveland Cavaliers had to endure at the hands of the San Antonio Spurs. Second place was never so embarrassing. The whole amazing season for the Cavs has confirmed that despite my attempts to detach myself from sports and city pride, I'm still a bit of a fanatic. As a Cleveland fan from the age of about 11, I have had to deal with so many losing seasons for not only the Cavs, but the Indians, and the Browns. Even when these teams were good, they could never win a championship. I shudder every time I hear about "The Drive", "The Fumble", "The Shot", and "Jose Mesa". To be fair, I did experience an Ohio State Buckeyes NCAA football championship, but this is getting old. I'm convinced God hates Cleveland sports teams.
Now that we've established that pro sports hasn't been kind to the teams I support, I need to confess that I still get excited rooting for "my teams". It raises my blood pressure, puts me on edge, makes me happy or irritable depending on the outcome. Add to that the fact that I become temporarily superstitious, (kind of like driving amongst bad drivers makes me swear when I ordinarily don't). I actually wear certain clothes, change seats, turn the light in my living room on or off, or intentionally have more pessimistic thoughts in a kind of reverse psychology game I try to pull on sports karma. Despite the fact that I'm generally rational and logical, I somehow get this temporary feeling that my subtle actions have a cosmic influence, a butterfly effect if you will, on the outcome of games for "my teams". Team skill, coaching and experience have nothing to do with it.
I suppose to that I want some positive press for the hometown I love. It doesn't matter where I live or move. I always say that a real fan is a fan for life. I know it's "just a game," but I and many many others somehow equate how good our hometown teams are with how great our city is. I really wanted the Cavs to beat San Antonio partially because I despise some stereotypical things about Texas, like conservativism, wastefulness, over-religiousness, prejudice, southern 'justice', and guns. Also, something about Tim Duncan bugs me. But, the Cavs lost.
What makes pro sports so important is the morale boost it provides a city. And few cities need this boost more than Cleveland especially with its depressed economy and after it has been the butt of so
many jokes for so many years. It's actually a very liveable and nice city. In fact, The Economist ranked Cleveland higher in this respect than many cooler cities.
In baseball, the Indians are doing well this year and they might make a run at the World Series. (Some Cleveland fan somewhere will now blame me for a new Cleveland sports / Things I've Noticed jinx). Once when I was in Las Vegas, I inquired about betting on every team except the Cleveland teams to win a championship. In essence, I wanted to buy a Cleveland championship. Apparently, they don't do that sort of thing in Vegas so it's back to the drawing board. Maybe I should pray more. I just hope a Cleveland team wins a championship before I die.
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