Maybe next year. Man, that sounds familiar, don’t it, Cleveland fans? And the 50-year drought continues.
I can hear LeBron in Mike Brown’s office tomorrow: You have GOT to get me some help out there.
I read in the Plain Dealer this morning that James, for the first time in his NBA career, refused to talk to reporters after a game. He also didn’t shake hands with a single Orlando player at the end. I didn’t see that particular scene because I couldn’t bear to watch the last 3 minutes.
NBA.com called it “a dream deferred.” I call it a nightmare which will continue until and unless the Cavaliers either get LBJ some support, or watch him sign with another team — which he might do anyway, regardless of the “I’m not looking to go anywhere else” catch-all, non-committal, meaningless statement.
Blah. Depressing. But hey, why get all sad-faced about the Cavs when I can talk about the Indians and their stellar season thus far?
Happy Sunday, fiends.
Fink, sore loser