this blog is defunct

I can't post, yo. I can't explain WHY watching other grown men throw a basketball around has such an effect on me. I could probably better explain why multiple beers have an effect on me, but that's neither here nor there. Beer makes sense to me. This, on the other hand, does not. It tends to confuse and befuddle me. I don't have time to explain all of this to you, but let's just say that Cleveland people are not used to this. We're not used to having the best player in the NBA. We're not used to having a chance (please God) of going to the Eastern Conference Finals. All of this is new to us. I don't know what to tell you or how to explain why this is important to me. If you do not care for sports (sorry May-B) or understand our legacy of losing, this is all aimless rambling. But smile, even a little, at the girlish glee this is bringing to me. And if we can win only one more game . . . . Ooooh, I don't even want to think about it - yet. It's late. I love you all!