jrcross13
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I was born in Parma, Ohio and grew up in a Browns family. The Cavs and the Indians were an afterthought. Heck, we even followed the Force / Crunch more closely than the Cavs. I remember my Mom crying after "the Fumble" but shrugging and giving a "Meh" after "the Shot". Once the Browns went on their 3 year hiatus, I, like most Clevelanders gravitated slightly to the Indians but still never got into basketball. Even after the Browns came back, it wasn't the same. Sports, for me, were not really important anymore. I went to college and had other things like beer and girls on my mind.
In 2002, I ran out of money for college so I joined the Army and was part the initial invasion of Iraq. It wasn't until this deployment that I craved anything and everything from home. I learned how much Cleveland was a part of me. Again, it was the Browns where my passions lied. We didn't have TV or internet for the longest time at first so I lived vicariously through letters from home. My mom would tell me about Cleveland sports and it was a sense of connection. Eventually, we got Armed Forces Network for about 4 hours a day during football season. I stayed up all night to catch a glimpse of the Browns highlights. I was again hooked on them.
Through the Army, I moved to many different places and always sought out the local Browns Backers Bar. When there wasn't one, I helped build one (your welcome Frederick, Maryland). I was so passionate about them. Still, I followed the Cavs and Indians casually, but no where near the level of the Browns. The only problem with my passion for the Browns was that, well...they suck. They suck something awful and have for a while. So instead of focusing on winning and losing I became far more interested in player development. I loved watching draft picks because they were always full of potential. Every offseason brought renewed hope that we would definately turn it around this year.
I remember having the Cavs / Celtics series of 2010 on in the background at Fort Bliss while I was unpacking after a deployment. We lost and I had the same "Meh" feeling as my mom all those years before. And then came "The Decision". Even though I didn't really follow the Cavs, here was this guy who just crapped all over Cleveland who made me extremely angry. I had left for war on numerous occasions and would have given anything to be in NE Ohio and this guy, can't wait to leave and gives us the finger on national TV on his way out. Next comes not 1, not 2, not 3.... FUCK YOU! I ate up Dan Gilberts letter. Now, I think it was a bad move, but at the time, I felt like he was talking directly to me and was all in for the Cavs. I realized that it was going to be a rebuilding process and, like my hobby in football, I could watch new players grow together. We were going to build a team! Kyrie, Tristan, Dion, Tyler, Andy, Gee, were going to return Cleveland back to it's dominance. Basketball has much smaller rosters than football, so a rebuild should be a lot shorter process, boy was I wrong. When I would come home, I would catch a game or 2 at the Q and loved the atmosphere. There is nothing like a live sporting event.
Now I am hooked on the Cavs just as much, if not more than the Browns. It is wierd though, that I am almost sad that we are forming a super team. LeBron came back and I accept his apology. His comparison of going to Miami was like going to college resonated with me so I will welcome him back. He, like me, seems to really want to be back home. I was excited to see him with Wiggins and Bennett. It would have been the ultimate blend of old and new. The player that developed into the greatest in the league and the young guns who could develop into greats themselves. But alas, we are forming a super team and I will root for them as fervently as I have these past 3 years.
I have 9 more years until I retire and then I will be moving back. Until then, NBA league Pass and NFL Sunday ticket will get me through these years. For me, Cleveland has a powerful pull that I love and miss. Especially now with the Casino and life back in downtown, I cannot wait until I can say, I'm Coming Home!
In 2002, I ran out of money for college so I joined the Army and was part the initial invasion of Iraq. It wasn't until this deployment that I craved anything and everything from home. I learned how much Cleveland was a part of me. Again, it was the Browns where my passions lied. We didn't have TV or internet for the longest time at first so I lived vicariously through letters from home. My mom would tell me about Cleveland sports and it was a sense of connection. Eventually, we got Armed Forces Network for about 4 hours a day during football season. I stayed up all night to catch a glimpse of the Browns highlights. I was again hooked on them.
Through the Army, I moved to many different places and always sought out the local Browns Backers Bar. When there wasn't one, I helped build one (your welcome Frederick, Maryland). I was so passionate about them. Still, I followed the Cavs and Indians casually, but no where near the level of the Browns. The only problem with my passion for the Browns was that, well...they suck. They suck something awful and have for a while. So instead of focusing on winning and losing I became far more interested in player development. I loved watching draft picks because they were always full of potential. Every offseason brought renewed hope that we would definately turn it around this year.
I remember having the Cavs / Celtics series of 2010 on in the background at Fort Bliss while I was unpacking after a deployment. We lost and I had the same "Meh" feeling as my mom all those years before. And then came "The Decision". Even though I didn't really follow the Cavs, here was this guy who just crapped all over Cleveland who made me extremely angry. I had left for war on numerous occasions and would have given anything to be in NE Ohio and this guy, can't wait to leave and gives us the finger on national TV on his way out. Next comes not 1, not 2, not 3.... FUCK YOU! I ate up Dan Gilberts letter. Now, I think it was a bad move, but at the time, I felt like he was talking directly to me and was all in for the Cavs. I realized that it was going to be a rebuilding process and, like my hobby in football, I could watch new players grow together. We were going to build a team! Kyrie, Tristan, Dion, Tyler, Andy, Gee, were going to return Cleveland back to it's dominance. Basketball has much smaller rosters than football, so a rebuild should be a lot shorter process, boy was I wrong. When I would come home, I would catch a game or 2 at the Q and loved the atmosphere. There is nothing like a live sporting event.
Now I am hooked on the Cavs just as much, if not more than the Browns. It is wierd though, that I am almost sad that we are forming a super team. LeBron came back and I accept his apology. His comparison of going to Miami was like going to college resonated with me so I will welcome him back. He, like me, seems to really want to be back home. I was excited to see him with Wiggins and Bennett. It would have been the ultimate blend of old and new. The player that developed into the greatest in the league and the young guns who could develop into greats themselves. But alas, we are forming a super team and I will root for them as fervently as I have these past 3 years.
I have 9 more years until I retire and then I will be moving back. Until then, NBA league Pass and NFL Sunday ticket will get me through these years. For me, Cleveland has a powerful pull that I love and miss. Especially now with the Casino and life back in downtown, I cannot wait until I can say, I'm Coming Home!