The drive. The fumble. The shot. The move. The decision. The block. The comeback. And now, the World Series. If you're from Cleveland, then you should be able to perfectly envision every one of those iconic moments in Cleveland sports history. For years upon years we have been mocked, ridiculed, doubted and called the "mistake on the lake." Cleveland was nothing but an endless sea of broken hearts and dreams; a place where even the thought of championships was laughable and instantly dismissed. No matter how close we came, we somehow always managed to fail at the moment that it mattered most. Year after year we watched our beloved Browns, Indians and Cavaliers with that little shred of hope that maybe, just maybe we can just make it into the postseason. Even a single playoff game would be enough to appease the fans. Asking for a championship, well, that was simply out of the question.

52 long, painful years go by, and along comes 2016. After a devastating loss in the 2015 NBA finals to the league-favorite Golden State Warriors, hometown hero LeBron James was hungry for revenge. Just making it to the finals that year was enough to fuel the insurmountable energy of the Cleveland fans. We all thought that was going to be our year, the year that the curse finally ended, but again, those dreams plummeted to the ground. As the 2016 NBA season began, fans were more confident than ever that the Cavaliers would beat the odds and meet the Warriors for another championship matchup. The Cavaliers finished with a regular season record of 57-25, more than enough to grant us another postseason, but that wasn't nearly as glamorous as the Warriors' NBA record of 73-9. Again, the Warriors were the favorites to win the title.

The Cavaliers rolled through the postseason, sweeping the Detroit Pistons and Atlanta Hawks, and beating the Toronto Raptors four games to two. Our ticket to the finals had arrived. After Cleveland native Stipe Miocic won the UFC Heavyweight Championship shortly followed by the Lake Erie Monsters winning the Calder Cup in the AHL, we were convinced that 2016 was the year. All the signs pointed to it. The 2016 NBA Finals consisted of, as expected, the Cavaliers against the Warriors. However, all that confidence was cut short when the Cavaliers fell behind 3-1 in the series. We were preparing for defeat, knowing the curse would soon take action once again. But then, the unthinkable happened. Against all odds, against almost every NBA analyst and every person who doubted the Cavaliers, they became the first team in NBA history to overcome a 3-1 deficit and win the finals. To this day, it still gives me chills just writing about it.

The city of Cleveland was electric. People flooded the streets bawling their eyes out, hugging each other, high-fiving each other, climbing on traffic lights, everybody screaming their lungs out. It is impossible to describe the essence and hurricane of emotions that was the city of Cleveland that night. There are simply no words strong enough to describe that feeling. The 52-year drought has finally ended.

Us Cleveland fans got everything we wanted and more. We became the city of champions that night, and the curse was lifted. As the most historic NBA season came to a close, we had our honeymoon phase and that feeling never really went away. Even though basketball season is over, the Indians are right around the corner, and the fans are as excited as ever.

The Cleveland Indians, led by arguably the greatest manager in baseball, Terry Francona, began the season with the same mission as the Cavaliers. Another championship. After just winning the NBA Finals, asking for a World Series was a bit of a stretch. But in Believeland, you are taught the value of hope more than anywhere else. With big-bats Carlos Santana, Jose Ramirez, Jason Kipnis, rookie Francisco Lindor and newest addition Mike Napoli, we developed a pretty diverse lineup. Cy Young award-winning pitcher Corey Kluber was also going to be an asset this year, as well as the rest of our deadly bullpen. Although they did lose Silver-Slugger Michael Brantley to a shoulder injury and was out for the entire season, there was no telling what the potential of this team could be.

The regular season cruised by, with the Indians finishing with a 94-67 record in the AL Central and clinching a playoff berth. As the postseason began, the Indians were, again, the underdogs. Despite the addition of veteran Coco Crisp returning to the Tribe lineup and the strikeout king himself Andrew Miller, almost nobody picked the Indians to advance in the postseason. Their first matchup, a five-game series against David Ortiz and the Boston Red Sox, was a breakthrough for the Indians as they swept the Sox and moved onto the American League Championship Series. The Indians then faced the Toronto Blue Jays with Jose Bautista and the rest of their lineup posing a serious threat. Surprisingly enough, on October 19, exactly four months to the date after the Cavaliers won the finals, the Indians defeated the Jays four games to one, advancing to the World Series. Never in our wildest dreams would us Cleveland fans witness an NBA championship and a World Series appearance in the same year.

Although we still do not know how the World Series will be played out just yet, this year has already proven just how much our sports teams mean to us. The Indians, a team that I have personally grown up watching every single year, is going to the World Series. LeBron James, just a kid from Akron on one mission, delivered his promise and brought a championship to the city.

I cannot express how grateful, humble and ecstatic I am to be a Cleveland sports fan, and how much this city means to me. The people of Cleveland deserve so much recognition for staying with our teams in the good times and bad, through all those win-less years, and never giving up. Being a part of this fan base has taught me things that go far beyond sports, things that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Perseverance, hope, positivity, commitment, community and how to believe.

Cleveland fans are like my family, and we have one hell of a unique story. Our story is what separates us from other cities because of our undying love and passion for our teams through those 52 long years. Through the pain, the suffering and the humiliation to the enthusiasm, joy and relief that all the waiting and believing had finally paid off. I am so incredibly proud of all our teams who have played their hearts out to get us where we are today. Every single player on that roster contributed to our success and should not go unnoticed.

To the fans, keep on believing and never lose that passion. Every time you watch that last minute of game seven, it should give you chills as if you are witnessing it all over again. Relive Kyrie draining the three, LeBron's chase-down block and the second that clock hit zero. Relive Lindor's two-run home run in game one of the ALCS, relive Santana catching the pop fly that sealed our trip to the World Series. It only took one moment for Cleveland to go from the "mistake on the lake" to the city of champions. They don't call us Believeland for nothing.