Practically every city has its riches and glories from some form of upper echelon. It's what a city is known for exclusively. You have Miami, Florida and its excess amount of partying/beaching; and then there's the likes of New York City, the city that never sleeps. Then we come to Cleveland, Ohio, a city surrounded by rock and roll, controversial issues (Tamir Rice's Death), and a lackluster of other places to attend. But despite all of the issues with Cleveland, the biggest circles around the beloved teams of Cleveland: The wretched Cleveland Curse. If you aren't from around the area or are not an avid sports fan, the curse sounds like some mumbo jumbo witchcraft, and it might as well be. Since 1964, not a single national athletic Cleveland-based team has one their respective championship.
The Browns—the state's football team—have managed to break the hearts of many fans by always somehow getting the really talented guys, turning out to be the actual worst (cough cough, looking at you Johnny Manziel). Then there's the Indians, the supposed winner of last years' World Series. And finally, there's the Cavaliers, led by LeBron James and Kyrie Irving, and they are our current chance to rid the dreaded curse. While facing the explosive Warriors' offense, the Cavs are trailing 3–1, and it looks as though the Curse is in full effect once again.
The Curse affects the fans the most. It tugs and pulls at our hearts with each step closer to a championship, there's a loss. And when there happens to be a win, it's nowhere near a meaningful win. Through thick and thin, they always want to win, but the fans are always there to cheer them on. With the documentary "Believeland," it depicts the grit and durability the fans contain to withstand heartache each season, knowing it's a long run to achieve a national title. But that's what you sign up for being a fan: a proud one. The Curse is more than just being a measly fan of a couple sports, instead it acts as a shadow that covers the city, creating an illusion that acts as though the great city of Cleveland cannot accomplish anything. The Curse attempts to take away the pride that cannot go away; it tries to tear down fans, but it fails every time.
No matter what, till the day I and most fans die, we'll always be cheering, "Windians," and :Let's go Brownies," and I'll always be #ALLIN with the Cavs. There's nothing like being a Cleveland sports fan, and there's especially nothing with being a part of Beliveland.
