As a sports fan from Northeast Ohio, I’ve spent a lot of my adult years defending the city of Cleveland and its sports teams. For years, I’ve spent countless hours hearing how “trashy” Cleveland is, and how mean the fans are, and how the whole city and its people overall suck. I’ve been to a fairly good amount of big cities across the United States, but Cleveland and its fans will always hold a special place in my heart.
We lift each other up.
We know giving.
I went to Cleveland the night of game 7 when the Cavs won the championship, and the bar I was at ran out of beers. I was whining about it, and a guy at the table next to me handed me an unopened beer and smiled. He expected nothing in return; he just did it because he knew we (fans) have suffered for many moons and needed to enjoy that night to its extent. God bless you, beer sharer.
We’re the most loyal people on the planet.
Before this year’s Cavs championship, we’d gone 52 years without winning a championship for the city of Cleveland. Yet, we’ve always been one of the strongest fan bases in the world. Through The Curse of Rocky Colavito, The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble -- you name it, we’ve stuck with our teams through it all.
