Heartbreak

It's over.  It's really over.  My Cavaliers are....eliminated.  Unless you are a die hard sports fan, you cannot understand what a big game loss means.  Or better yet, the feeling one has inside when it occurs.  For me, I handle said games not very well.  I can't watch ESPN or read anything online...for at least a few days, and I guess its because I don't want to hear the over-excessive obvious opinions; My team lost, and why it happened.  Being that I am always in tune with my team(s), so listening and reading various talking heads' opinions about what transpired the night before, just doesn't do it for me. 

I need to be alone.  I need to grieve.  I need to heal.  And time can only heal those wounds.  Yes, I am a MAJOR LeBron fan and I know he didn't play his best, but what we all tend to forget about these athletes is that they are human.  They make mistakes and unlike us, they do THEIR jobs in front of millions.  When was the last time you had 20,000 people sitting in your office, and a few million at home, watching you work?  Regardless, I love my teams and when nights like last night occur, it really takes something out of you.  If i'm not mistaken, the game last night ended somewhere near 11pm, yet, I was up to nearly 8 this morning because I could not wrap my head around anything other than the Cavaliers.  Why they lost, what the plane ride back to Cleveland was like, what's LeBron going to do, did they fire Mike Brown already?  Those were just a few of the kajillion questions posed to myself as the game drew to an end and throughout the rest of the night. 

I am heartbroken, but I also know there is a tomorrow.  Now, will be a little different if say....King James leaves?  Yes, it will be, but I love LeBron and the Cavs, and that will never change.  I hate this feeling.  I hate the Television/Newspaper/Internet boycotts of all things Sport.  In a way, I guess I'm just like the athletes I cheer for;  I boycott all forms of media when we (like I play for the team) lose, I can't sleep or eat, and for some odd ass reason, like an athlete, after the hurt melts away, I become more and more driven to cheer them to victory (while they become more driven to win).  I have been called alot of things, but I've never not been called a real, true fan.  And that will never change.  I am in so much pain right now, but believe me, when the season starts in October, i'll be right there ordering the NBA League Pass, and building up to either another heartbreak or jubilation...either way, i'm always there.

Dwayne L.