One week ago… right around 9:45 I was less than pleased. Chris Perez had just blown a critical save for the Indians…..again. With so much riding on every win and loss at that point of the season, my beloved Indians could not afford to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. It doesn’t help when Perez is serving up the home runs (2 in the 9th inning last night) has been less than appreciative of the fan base and his own teammates. But there we were. Staring in at the face of defeat. Another disappointment.
Too many times I’ve seen this movie. Too many times I’ve witnessed the heartbreak. The “Cleveland Sports Heartbreak” is usually played before any meaningful game on sports networks.
With apologies to Journey….for a few minutes I stopped believin’.
Then this happened….
By now you’ve probably heard about it or read it on facebook. We Cleveland fans got pretty excited. It was one of those memorable moments that doesn’t make that heartbreak loop they always show. It was one of those “where were you when” moments.
It was then I started to believe again. To begin to believe in the possibility. The possibility that this year may be “our year”.
It is something that I cannot fully explain… being a Cleveland fan is not something that I chose to be. It chose me. It is a common bond… a common purpose… it is a sense of belonging regardless of the wins or the misery of losing. It is being part of a family. Being a Cleveland fan is the core of who I am as a sports fan.
In reality, it isn’t about how many Championship rings we have or don’t have. That really is temporary. Regardless of their record… regardless of who they trade or draft… regardless of how they lose… they will always be my team.
I know that people will continue to make their rude comments and have their fun at the expense of Cleveland. That will never change. But those that make their comments just don’t get it. Yes… I know and I am prepared to never win a championship during my lifetime. But as a Cleveland fan I have something that most sport fans will never have… a sense of belonging… a sense of family… all sharing in the possibility of what could be.
It’s why I love Cleveland Sports. It is why I love this city.
I know… it’s a dump, but it’s our dump. It’s our Camelot.
As Sean Connery said in the movie “First Knight” –
This is the heart of Camelot, not these stones, not these timbers, these palaces and towers. Burn them all and Camelot lives on, because it lives in us. Camelot is a belief that we hold in our hearts.
This is the heart of being a Cleveland sports fan, not these fields, not these stadiums, these bleachers and statues. Burn them all and Cleveland lives on, because it lives in us. Being a Cleveland sports fan is a belief that we hold in our hearts.
Cleveland and our sports teams are indeed a belief that we hold in our hearts.
I know this magic ride the Indians and Browns are taking me on will come to an end. I know there are other teams that have bigger payrolls and better players. But I hold a belief in my heart and I am compelled and drawn into the possibility of what “could be”.
I hope I never ever lose that.
I love you Cleveland. You’re my Camelot.